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blxckdragonfly · 2 years ago

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Home Is A Fire (Darkness Finds You Universe #2)

(Song: “Home Is A Fire” by Death Cab For Cutie.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, survivor guilt, and slight panic attack.

Pairing: Chris Motionless and Lycia “Lai-shuh” Winters (played by Ana De Armas)

Synopsis: When Motionless are on set of their new music video for their song, Masterpiece-- the slightest sight of fire brings back a horrific and tragic memory for Lycia.

Word Count: 1,701

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5VqrFsU2bBiAX9D08UhTQ1?si=a30cdca97e654479

A/N: And we’re back with another story in this universe. This time I wanted to write something for the music video for Masterpiece, which is one of my favorite Motionless songs to date. I loved the video so much. So here it is, through Lycia’s eyes. Co-written with @blackrose-92)

“Masterpiece” Music Video Set– March 13th, 2022.

Chris and I have been seeing each other for the better part of a year now. He’s also happy knowing that the public eye doesn’t know about us, we’ve been keeping our relationship exclusive– the only ones who know about him and I are his bandmates, Ricky, Justin, Vinny and Ryan. But even when we’re in the public eye, we keep our affection to a minimum so that any paparazzi who are following us won’t catch on. Jeremy and I have also helped Motionless with the shooting for their new album, Scoring The End of The World as well as having them be in a new edition of Outburn Magazine.

Today, I’d come with him as moral support while he and the band shoot their music video for Masterpiece, the second single off the album. The set they chose was this old house that reminded me of the house that inspired The Conjuring. I watched from behind the scenes and through the cameras as they filmed Chris’s scenes as he moved through the house, trying to find a way out but the doors are locked, him writing the lyrics to Masterpiece and him with the band performing the song.

He tears the portraits off the walls, throwing them into a pile onto the ground before searching the cabinets to light them up on fire, he pulls down his hood and the flames come up and start to brush up against him. I feel my heart start to accelerate and my breathing quickens.

I was driving home from the studio after shooting with Jeremy, I had parked my car in the driveway and I looked over onto the porch as I saw my boyfriend at the time, Marcus, when I noticed that something was off. I watched as he started pouring something all over himself. I narrowed my eyes until I noticed that he pulled out a lighter out of his pocket and a cascade of flame swept over him.

I screamed. I screamed until my lungs were sore as my boyfriend slowly burned to death and collapsed to the ground. It wasn’t real. It didn’t feel real. I was frozen, I couldn’t move.

I stand up from where I was sitting behind the cameras and I move upstairs into another part of the house, sliding down onto the floor as tears fill my eyes. I started crying hysterically as I buried my face into my knees, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Please don’t take him away from me,” I sob into the empty space. “I’m begging you. Anything but that. Please.”

I hear footsteps outside of the door and I pause, thinking it’s probably Ryan, Vinny or Ricky. I glance up at the ceiling.

Plates, they will shift

Houses will shake

Fences will droop

We will awake

Only to find

Nothing's the same

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me,” I say. “But please, don’t make me lose the love of my life.”

Tears streaming down my cheeks as I hear the door open and I look up– I let out a soft gasp as I see Chris walk in. I sniffled and tried my best to wipe away the tears as best I could but he could tell that I’d been crying because he saw my mascara stained face.

“Lycia?” Chris says as he slowly walks over to where I am, his eyes meeting mine with a look of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Whatever you’re planning on doing with fire, please don’t burn yourself alive. I can’t take it,” I told him.

I watch as his face shifts into a look of confusion as I start crying again, sobs shaking my body.

“What?” Chris’s voice is soft as he crosses the room that I’m in, kneeling down in front of me. His hand moves to cup my cheek, wiping away my tears. He moved to sit beside me, pulling me into his arms as I cried into his shoulder. “It’s alright, Lycia. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

I cling onto him like I’m afraid that he’s suddenly going to disappear into thin air and I’ll never see him again. He moves his hand through my hair as I hear him softly shush me and cradle me in his arms as he places a gentle kiss onto my temple. Being in his arms calms the racing beat of my heart and I relax into his embrace but my body is still shaking.

“Lycia?” I stay silent now that I’ve let that slip from my mouth. “Lycia, baby.”

I can sense his brown eyes on me and I can’t look into them so I look away and down at my feet. I feel his thumb trace my jawline and lift my chin up so our eyes lock again. “What did you mean by saying not to burn myself alive?”

I gulp softly as I try to ponder my words and how to tell him about this as best as I could.

“Being around any type of fire or flame scares me,” I say. “It makes me feel like something bad’s about to happen to me.”

“Why?” Chris’s fingers brush back a strand of my hair, I feel my breath accelerate. I stay silent, trying to regain my composure while his voice is gentle and honeyed. “Sh. Take a deep breath. It’s alright.”

I feel my breathing slowing down at his words as I finally let out a deep breath and sigh. I close my eyes for a second, letting his embrace comfort me and let me think and relax before I can tell him the story that’s plaguing me.

Home, home is a fire

Burning reminder

Of where we belong, love

With walls built up around us

The bricks make me nervous

They're only so strong, love

“Because,” I explained. “The last time that I was in a relationship with someone, he burned himself alive. Jeremy knows about this too because he was the first one I called and sat with me as I spoke to the authorities. It was two years ago, before you and I had met. I was coming home from the studio and I saw my boyfriend at the time pouring gasoline all over himself. Before I could even get out of the car, he did it. He took a match and he…”

Tears start falling down my cheeks and I see Chris’s face soften, his heart breaking.

“I couldn’t save him. I’ve been living every single day with that pain. With the guilt of knowing that I should have done something. That I could have stopped it and I didn’t. I don’t want that to happen to you, Chris. I can’t bear going through that kind of pain again.”

He looks stunned from what I’ve told him but after a few minutes of letting what I told him sink in, he puts both of his hands on my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears.

“Oh, Lycia. Look at me,” Chris murmurs as I meet his calm and strong brown gaze. “It wasn’t your fault that this happened. What happened, as tragic as it was and it still is, it was completely out of your control. You didn’t know, so don’t blame yourself. But I will tell you this– I will never, ever leave you alone in this world. Okay? I promise you, you will never lose me like that. I cannot even imagine the amount of pain you’ve had to bear. But I’m here now and I will always be here for you.”

I nod and he leans in, meeting my lips in a loving kiss– I wrap my arms around his neck and sink my fingers into his blonde hair, I deepen the kiss. We break away after a few moments, he rests his forehead against mine and my hands rest on the center of his chest, he moves to place gentle kisses on the side of my neck, his teeth softly grazing my skin, making me smile.

“I’m sorry for leaving the set so abruptly,” I whisper as he shakes his head, silencing me with another gentle kiss.

“Babe, it’s not your fault that you walked away. I should have known better about bringing fire into the music video if I knew it was going to affect you like this. I should be the one who’s sorry for not telling you sooner.” His voice takes on a tone of calm. I lean in and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You didn’t know. You wouldn’t have brought me here if you had.”

He looks at me as his fingers brush the side of my face, my own fingers taking his and intertwining them. He brings our hands up to his lips, he brushes a kiss on the back of my hand, his thumb tracing my knuckles.

“Do you feel better now?” Chris asks and I nod at him.

“I always am whenever I’m with you, baby,” I whisper as he kisses me again, sweetly. He breaks away to kiss every inch of my face, I start to giggle and he relishes in the sound of them.

“I love you,” He whispers as he kisses both of my cheeks. “I love you more than anything in this world.”

I smile as I hug him closer to me. “I love you too. Always.”

He kisses me deeply and passionately-- for me it felt like I was feeling his entire kiss for the first time but I also felt relief knowing that I could breathe without holding on to this guilt anymore, his fingers curling through my hair and brushing back strands from my eyes.

“Hey you two! Stop fucking! We have a video to finish.” Chris and I break apart as we hear Ricky and Justin from downstairs. The way their voices sounded so annoyed made me start laughing, and Chris chuckled.

“Come on, darling. Let’s not keep them waiting,” Chris offers me his hand and I take it, we both stand up together and head back into the room with the crew and his band and I go back to watch as they continue shooting with a huge weight off my shoulders.

Plates, they will shift

Houses will shake

Fences will droop

We will awake

Only to find

Nothing's the same

As yesterday....

#darkness finds you #darkness finds you universe #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless x lycia winters

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thefootballobserver · 7 months ago

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Newcastle 4-0 Spurs: Match Review

In the ornithology derby, the magpies reigned supreme over the cockerels.

Ouch. So that one hurt. I would have personally taken a draw from that game, even with Newcastle’s heavily depleted squad - but I never foresaw this happening. I suppose it’s better than the 6-1 thrashing last season that spelt the end of Stellini’s time at Spurs, but 4-0 without a reply is pretty bad.

Of course, as much as this hurts for Tottenham, it was an excellent result for Newcastle as it puts them 6th, 10 points below Spurs, and they’ll end the weekend above Manchester United on goal difference (17 to -1, yikes). The Toons’ hopes of European football remain alive, especially with a run-in of several bottom-half sides. On the other end, not only is the loss damaging for Tottenham’s top-four hopes (it lowered the goal difference to be under Aston Villa, who are now fourth), but it doesn’t bode well for the team and their next few fixtures, who have to play the top three and Chelsea.

In all honesty, I don’t want to talk about the match - I didn’t even stay long enough to see the fourth goal - but to summarise the game:

Spurs couldn’t deal with the high press, and it never looked like they were getting anything from it. Although they did create some half-chances (Werner notably missed a few), Newcastle created better-quality ones throughout the game.

Newcastle capitalised on mistakes from Spurs fullbacks Udogie and Porro, as Gordon bullied Udogie far too easily to assist Isak’s opener. An inexplicable pass from Porro moments after the restart gave Gordon an easy way to the second. Van de Ven created from comical moments trying to defend both of them, slipping for both and even doing an acrobatic headstand for the first goal.

Porro appeared to have injured his hamstring after halftime, and Isak then made it three on the counter from the halfway line only two minutes later. Not even Van de Ven could catch up, and Vicario probably should have come off his line for that one.

Spurs tried to change it up, taking off their defensive midfielders, who were largely anonymous, and their leading man, Son, who couldn’t get involved and, when he did, couldn’t hold onto the ball.

Spurs had a few half chances again, but Newcastle’s low block meant nothing meaningful went through.

Newcastle probably should have scored more from 16 corners - Isak, in particular, missed multiple free headers - given Spurs’ defensive set piece woes and the towering heights of Isak, Burn, and Schär. Still, they finally gave it one last stab at Spurs when the Swiss cornered a corner that Vicario was nowhere near.

This goal sealed the game, as Newcastle subbed on Hall (who hadn’t trained all week), Ritchie, White, and Dummett to see off a resounding result at St James’ Park.

Newcastle: The Start of a Great End of the Season

The Toons are finally showing some consistency after a bumpy season.

I’ll admit: For all of the pain Newcastle has inflicted on me (6-1 gives me war flashbacks), I actually quite like the team and have a bit of a soft spot for some of their players…bar Wilson. Apologies, but I’m a Richarlison defender, and I fear I haven’t forgiven him yet.

Newcastle knew Spurs’ weaknesses and exploited them to perfection - and probably could have done even more if Isak’s head could be as clinical as his feet. They caught Spurs off on the counter, pressed them hard and were quite physical (if you ask me, the referee lost a bit of control of the game very early on), got onto virtually every corner unless it didn’t beat the first man, and played a five back whenever the London team were on the attack.

Newcastle home and away are basically black and white (much like their kit), and this game proved how good they are at St James’ Park. I genuinely believe that they could lose every away game, concede ten goals every time, but still win ¾ of their home games. They also had a massive injury list, though it ended up with one less man as Livramento returned to the squad and even got some minutes, as expected from the scoreline. This is the kind of team Newcastle like to play against, and Howe got everything right.

Player Ratings

Dubravka (6): Had basically nothing to do and got a welcome, clean sheet.

Burn (7): He probably should have done better on set pieces, given he was marked by the 6’1” Johnson. Didn’t have much to do defensively, though he did get a high boot to Bentancur’s chin (he can thank his height for avoiding the yellow).

Schär (8): Unlike Burn, got the goal from a corner. Likewise had nothing to do otherwise.

Krafth (7): He had nothing to do defensively but got his clean sheet.

Murphy (6): He could have done more in the attack, but the out-of-position right-back did fine.

Anderson (7): An energetic showing and got close to scoring a few times. Personally, he surprised me.

Guimaraes (8): He did what he always does dutifully (though it wasn’t too hard) and got an assist to end the night.

Longstaff (6): Anonymous for me, but he didn’t have much to battle out on anyway.

Barnes (7): Energetic as ever, maybe unfortunate not to have left with a goal contribution.

Isak (9): He scored a brace and should have had more. A great night for the striker, whose home form remains spectacular.

Gordon (9): His form this season has been a joy to watch, even if he would prefer to play on the left wing. His corners were generally excellent, and most of Newcastle’s chances went through him.

Livramento (N/A): I didn’t watch long enough to see him subbed, but it was good to see him get some minutes after getting injured in the West Ham game.

Lewis Hall (N/A): With this win, the buy clause in his loan from Chelsea is activated, and Hall will remain with his boyhood club beyond this season.

Ritchie (N/A)

Dummett (N/A)

White (N/A)

Unused players: Karius, Gillespie, Murphy, Parkinson

Tottenham Hotspur: The 6-1 Demons Come Back To Haunt Them

I hate to quote Arteta, but this performance was a disgrace (and they aren’t getting away with this one).

I don’t want to talk about this performance from Spurs; I think I’ve said enough really. Van de Ven sums it up quite nicely in the photo.

However, I do want to add that I wish Postecoglou had made those changes at halftime instead of at the hour mark.

Player Ratings

Vicario (4): Technically, he wasn’t at fault for any of the goals, but he conceded four and should have probably done better despite a few good saves.

Udogie (4): Gordon bullied him far too easily for the first goal but was fine otherwise, although Spurs were flat anyway.

Van de Ven (3): Comical defending and his recovery pace couldn’t save Spurs from conceding the third.

Romero (4): Again, technically not at direct fault, but really should have done better. Started looking like the old, rash Romero and didn’t help the backline.

Porro (3): Didn’t provide much, but the assist for the second with a poor, poor backpass. He was subbed off for injury, and hopefully, it isn’t too bad.

Bentancur (4): I mean…he was okay but didn’t provide much in attack or defensive.

Bissouma (3): He gave me anxiety every time he had the ball. He should’ve provided more protection as a number 6.

Maddison (5): He occasionally created a few half-chances, but it felt like he lost his head early and was booed the entire time, as usual.

Werner (4): Had a chance, but the ball was at an awkward height. Otherwise quiet.

Son (4): He hasn’t been up to his performance-wise standards lately, and the decision to sub Son for Kulusevski was bold but welcome.

Johnson (4): Again, quiet but was slightly better in the central role after Kulusevski’s substitution, although the bar is very, very low.

Royal (4): Didn’t do much to help defensively and did concede 2 goals.

Sarr (4): Not the sort of game Sarr thrives in, but the midfield needed a change. At least he brought on some fresh legs.

Hojbjerg (4): I thought he’d start. Had a few nice ideas but poor executions, like most of the team. For me, this sort of game really highlights his weakness on a possession-based side. But he was better than Bissouma, although Newcastle stopped stepping on the pedal a bit.

Kulusevski (4): He brought a bit of life when he came on, even if it was temporary and very little, though he’s somewhat at fault for the last goal. Thought he should have been subbed on at the 45-minute mark for some control.

Lo Celso (N/A): I stopped watching at this point. It's not a game in which he’d thrive anyway.

Unused players: Austin, Dragusin, Davies, Gil

What’s Next

The North London Derby looms for Tottenham Hotspur…

Due to Manchester City’s involvement in the FA Cup semi final, Spurs have a two-week break until their next game, when they will host rivals Arsenal for the North London Derby. This marks a run of challenging games for Spurs, who play Arsenal (H), Chelsea (A), and Liverpool (A) next before playing Manchester City (H) not soon after. It’s very much possible that Spurs will get a fat zero points out of 12 in these games, especially with their recent form, with their away form in particular being a considerable concern. The Lilywhites’ final two games are against relegation-threatened sides Burnley (H) and Sheffield United (A), though points here may not save them on their way to a Champions League spot.

With their massive goal difference, Newcastle’s next few fixtures could bounce them above West Ham and Manchester United - as well as threaten Spurs - for good as they play Palace (A), Sheffield United (H) and Burnley (A) next. The Toons’ away form may be questionable (14 points from a possible 45), but that should be at least six points from those three games alone. Newcastle have one last home game against Brighton - another very winnable game considering the Seagulls’ similarly horrid away form this season. Otherwise, they play Manchester United and Brentford away. They could give Spurs a run for their money with these fixtures as they look to secure Europa football, especially if fifth place fails to guarantee Champions League football.

Newcastle and Spurs will meet again for a post-season friendly in Melbourne before their respective players and staff head off for a well-deserved summer break after a busy season - though less busy than usual for Spurs without European and many Cup games, hence this friendly.

Match Review

This photo hurts more and more.

Unless you’re a Newcastle or Aston Villa fan, I struggle to see the appeal of this game as it’s very one-sided, and the goals weren’t too impressive, given they were basically gifts from the Spurs players. It only felt like one team was trying throughout, and especially given the game's stakes, it felt like a major let-off.

Review: ★★☆☆☆ (⅖ stars)

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pred1059 · 2 years ago

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Runaway Wind Chapter Thirty Nine

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It’s amazing how fast things can change, how a sure advantage can turn into a knife in the back. Axel was certain that Marluxia and Larxene were well aware of it thanks to Erxart turning against them. With six words from Saïx, Axel was given a stark reminder that he wasn’t exempt. “Erxart is not leaving here alive.”

Immediately, Axel ran next to Erxart as he protested, “Wait, WHAT? But he’s not a traitor!” Even if Axel had gotten his hands dirty with a decade of dirty work for the Organization, one virtue he held onto was settling his debts. And right now it meant he couldn’t leave Erxart in the lurch when he was so earnest about honestly helping. He held out his hands at both Saïx and Xigbar as they trained their weapons. “Erxart helped us! You both saw!”

“I understand your confusion, but this is a new order from Xemnas.” Saïx pointed his claymore to Erxart as he tried to stand again. “Erxart is to be terminated on sight.”

Marluxia chuckled from his bindings as he watched, “It seems I am not the only one whose trust—”

A shot inches from his head cut him short as Xigbar drawled, “Zip it, traitor.”

Marluxia wasn’t the only one cowed, as Axel couldn’t stop himself from growing pale at the news that the order came so high. Honestly, that should have been the sign to shut his mouth and look the other way. But right now there was something in him screaming to stop what was happening. To say something, anything that would forestall this sudden execution. He screwed his eyes shut and blurted out, “Okay I get that, but why!? He’s been helping us for months and trained Roxas!”

Xigbar smirked and hefted one gun on his shoulder as he still kept the other aimed at Erxart’s head. “Oh, there’s a boatload of reasons, not many we can get into now.” Dismissing the gun on his shoulder, Xigbar pointed to his eyepatch and growled, “But personally, I’m settling the score for his old self doing this to me.” Axel flinched at the accusation, but didn’t move away from Erxart. From how little he seemed to remember, it didn’t seem fair to hold it against him.

But then why was Xigbar the only one to remember?

“You don’t need to worry about those reasons,” Saïx tried to soothe Axel as he put a hand to his shoulder. “Just let us do our job, Axel.”

Yet the comfort just fell flat for Axel as he slapped Saïx's hand on his shoulder away. “You think I’m the kind of friend who’d just let a pal get torn apart?”

And as soon as the words left his mouth, Axel’s eyes widened as he seemed to realize that fate had a sick sense of humor. For the first time in a decade, he saw how much he had changed and was uneasy.

“A pal?” Saïx tersely answered as he narrowed his eyes.“You’ve known him for little over a month, Axel.”

And that was the crazy part, wasn’t it? He was getting worked up over someone who he’d been working with for a comparatively miniscule amount of time in the Organization. Yet being with him and Roxas was something so different from the usual intrigue and shady dealings. Even his relationship with his oldest friend was more them working together to take out Xemnas. It was the closest thing he had to real friends in a decade.

Saïx’s grip tightened on his claymore as he stared down Axel, who still wasn’t moving from Erxart’s side. “Focus on what’s important.”

What was important?

There was the rattle of a gun as Xigbar took aim and sneered, “And what’s important is you get over your moral constipation and let me shoot him!”

“NO!”

A shout.

A gunshot.

It happened so fast that Axel could hardly register the sound. The ring of a bullet striking steel. He panted as he gripped onto his chakram harder than he ever had in his life. His throat burned as the scream which forced its way out his mouth still hung in the air. Because more than anything, Axel’s friends were important to him. And that meant he wasn’t going to let Erxart die.

But in the aftermath of Axel deflecting Xigbar’s shot, he realized there were two significant problems with his split second choice.

The first was that he just put his relationship with Saïx on thin ice. Certainly for throwing their plans out the window. Though as Axel caught a glance to him, the stony visage of the last several years had faltered for a moment. For an instant, Saïx had winced in a faint grimace at Axel’s disobedience.

It was the most Axel had seen of Isa in years.

But the second and most pressing was illustrated by Xigbar, who’s shock had turned into a toothy grin. The gun began to glow as he aimed at Axel and growled, “Buddy, you just ended your career in the Organization.”

Axel sighed as he called his other chakram to his hand. “Yeah. Probably.” Assassination orders weren’t defied without repercussions, and Axel had brought them down on his head.

Still bound, Larxene glanced at Axel and muttered, “Don’t expect sympathy from me now.”

Flame gathered in Axel’s hands as he chuckled, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Axel glanced back to Erxart but was stunned as he realized the man was glowing. A light shined from something that Erxart held to his chest as he muttered, “Aqua…”

“Aqua and Terra had to have beaten you!” Ven frantically pleaded as he gripped Naminé’s hand ever tighter. Xemnas simply smiled at the stream of desperate refutations. As if trying to throw out some argument that might make what was in front of him disappear. “You can’t be back. You can’t! They—!”

“They failed.” And with two curt words, Ventus was left silent.

Naminé knew of Xehanort from his story of what happened ten years ago. Knew how he had tortured him and called it training. And she was painfully aware that sometimes no matter how far you come, one person could stop you cold with their mere presence. Marluxia managed it once they left the computer realm, swiftly reminding her of the cutting edge of a scythe’s blade. Now, what could only be the reborn spirit of Xehanort had left Ven trembling and speechless as he answered, “Are you so surprised? I promised I would see what lied beyond the Keyblade War no matter who or what it took.”

Ventus glanced back to the door, eyes widening as he trembled. “You took Terra,” he whispered as the horrific answer of what happened became clear. “You took his body and hid here.” To some the idea was outlandish, but Naminé was keenly aware of how darkness could be used to take another’s body. Seeing Riku’s fate through Sora’s eyes was not an experience easily forgotten.

Xemnas simply smirked as moved to the throne in the center, shadowy energy barring the exit. “Oh, he resisted. That part that clung to his greatest love and his greatest hate took arms against me.” As he took his seat on it Xemnas glanced over to the sealed door. “A shame that it could not follow me beyond the graveyard. What is left of him now cannot even recall you.”

They keyblade graveyard, Ventus mentioned that Terra and Aqua were there before. But with the fight in his heart he had no idea what had gone on. Of course, while this was interesting to know there was one issue that had bothered Naminé. Still holding onto Ven’s hand, she quietly asked, “How did you even know we were here?” Because Marluxia and Larxene being here was bad luck. For Xemnas and his cohorts to strike at this exact moment was a bit too coincidental.

Xemnas chuckled as he pointed to Ventus, “I am sure you were delayed by my command to the MCP? A contingency in case you awakened and returned here. One that would contact me should this situation arise.”

Ventus called his keyblade to his other hand, even as he continued to shake. “What do you want?”

Xemnas closed his eyes and leaned back with a sigh, “Have you truly forgotten? It has been a decade, but my goal has not changed.” He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, as if he were gazing upon the heavens themselves and declared. “χ-Blade, and with it the Keyblade War. Such a gathering requires many wielders.” He looked down at both of them once more, but something was off. “But more importantly, those wielders must be properly managed to ensure the optimal outcome.”

Naminé raised an eyebrow at the emphasis. “Managed? What do you…?”

Then she realized Xemnas’ eyes were on her as a smile began to grow on his face.

Because what better way to manage someone than to manipulate their mind and memories?

And Naminé was tied to so many memories of those with keyblades.

Xemnas began to stand, “As such, my true business is not—.”

“LEAVE NAMINÉ ALONE!” And with a shout, Ventus held his keyblade between him and Xemnas, holding onto her hand tighter than ever. For a moment, the fear that had settled into both of them was eased. She called her cards to her other hand.

Xemnas simply smirked at the defiance, waving his hand to create an array of red lights at his side. “Fascinating. Moments ago, you could only cower before me.”

In a flash, they all began to fire at Ventus, who frantically tried to parry the lasers as he shouted, “I won’t let you hurt her!” Naminé tried to grab a card and summon some figments to help, but in a flash Xemnas was beside them with an ethereal blade in his hands.

With one slash she was knocked aside. and Ven was flung into the wall by the strike. Before he could fall to the floor, Xemnas rushed forward to slam his head into the pale wall. Even as Ventus struggled to break free, Xemnas leaned forward and asked, “Why do you fight for Naminé? Is she your friend?” Whatever answer Ventus tried to give was muffled by Xemnas’ grip. “You poor deluded child. She is empty, a husk of will that was never meant to exist.” There was a slam as Ventus was flung to the other side of the room. As the boy tumbled across the floor, Xemnas reached into his coat as he began to approach Naminé. “Her only purpose is to be filled.”

Naminé took a step back as he pulled something glowing from his robes. A small clear canister with something bright inside. Not like the earlier lasers, from the way it pulsed and beat it was almost alive, yet there was something wrong about it that set her on edge as she asked, “What is that?”

“A heart. It is my gift to you. Reparations for the harm you suffered under Marluxia and Larxene.” Xemnas held the end of the canister and began to unscrew one of the ends. “And an invitation to be part of something greater.”

At one point, that was everything she ever dreamed. A chance to exist and be something, to have purpose and feeling. For someone to reach out a hand to her lonely existence.

But now? Now there was only one answer she could give.

“No.”

Xemnas stopped unscrewing the capsule containing the heart as he narrowed his eyes. “You refuse to fill the gaping void that has eaten away at you? To finally have companionship and belonging?”

“Ven gave me that!” Naminé shouted back with everything she had against the madman who had hurt the one she loved. ”Him and everyone in this world!” All the people she had met at Hollow Bastion who had given her a chance, in spite of all their fears. There was no way she was going to sell them out for whatever Xemnas was holding! “Whatever that thing is, it could never be my heart!”

With a flick of the wrist, Xemnas sealed the container shut and put it back in his cloak. “A shame. I wished for your compliance.” A crackle of energy gathered in his hands as he took a step towards Naminé. “How fortunate that it is not necessary. You are coming with—”

“Heal,” hissed Ventus as he got to his feet, catching Xemnas and Naminé’s attention. In a green flash from his keyblade, his injuries were mended.

Xemnas charged towards him with ethereal blade drawn and snarled, “Such insolence!”

Ventus caught the blow with his keyblade, crying out as he pushed back, “I’m not losing any more friends!”

Naminé's mind raced, trying to think of what to do to break the stalemate. Magic could hurt Ven, and summoning figments might not be enough against an array of lasers. If only she had her sword!

Though there was one thing she could use. The old keyblade by the armor, dark and cracked from age. She scrambled toward it and pulled on it with all the strength she could muster.

Xemnas had begun to parry the strikes that Ventus attempted, energy crackling as it hit the keyblade. As he spun around with his ethereal blades, Xemnas saw her and laughed. “That keyblade is dead, it is nothing but metal!”

Naminé momentarily screwed her eyes shut at the refutation. But even so, she was undeterred. Even if it was metal, she could still use it to help! So she charged at Xemnas as he turned back to Ventus. And deep down, she tried to call on whatever power was left in the old keyblade as she pulled back to take a swing.

Why did she seek it?

She wished to have the strength to protect the one she loved.

That she could stand by his side.

She wanted it with all her hear—.

As she swung her keyblade at Xemnas, she saw him move his other hand to catch it. But then there was a flash and a cry of pain. “What!?” As the flash faded, Naminé saw why Xemnas had shouted, clutching the hand he had tried to use to block Naminé’s attack. For that instant he was distracted, and Ventus took the chance to lay into him with his own keyblade. Slashing away before knocking Xemnas back to the entryway, causing him to crash though the barrier and the door.

Erxart gripped the remains of the orange charm as he tried to summon what recollection he could of Aqua. This magic within the small star felt like her, even a dream could not diminish his recognition. So he tried to call on it, to call on that power on a chance that it could save him and Axel.

Because right now, they sorely needed it.

Erxart was still winded from Saïx’s crushing blow to the back. Axel desperately tried to parry the swerving shots from Xigbar trying to strike Exart. There was a roar from Saïx and Axel was brought to his knees as he tried to hold back the claymore with his chakrams. And then for one second, he saw down the barrel of Xigbar’s gun as the man grinned widely with his finger on the trigger.

The next second, there was a flash of light from beyond the door. Shouting, and then Xemnas was thrown out of the chamber he had ushered Ventus and Naminé into. As he flew through the air Xemnas easily regained his footing, but that did nothing for the shock on his face. Everyone stared as they saw Ventus trying to catch his breath as he clutched onto his keyblade. Naminé ran to his side, asking, “Ven, are you okay?”

Ventus nodded as he caught his breath, but then his eyes drifted down as he whispered, “Naminé, the keyblade...”

Following his gaze, Naminé’s eyes widened as she saw the glowing keyblade seem to mend the cracks of time and change color. The pommel had become a shining gold, flanked with red handguards. Instead of the dark blue hues, the blade had turned shining silver, with the key’s teeth held by a gold arch.

However, now wasn’t the time for contemplation, as Xemnas got to his feet and snapped, “How!? Not even I could succeed in restoring it!” Re-igniting his ethereal blades, he glared at Ventus and Naminé as they raised their keyblades against him. Marluxia and Larxene were both gobsmacked at seeing Naminé armed with a keyblade, though even Lexaeus seemed stunned. Saïx and Xigbar flanked Xemnas and kept their weapons trained on the four of them.

Axel took the chance to finally help Erxart to his feet as he grinned at Xemnas. “Guess you don’t know as much about keyblades as you let on.”

Xigbar scoffed back as he took aim at the four of them, “As if! You just added a greenhorn on your side!” He pointed his gun at Erxart, still leaning on Axel. “The only keyblade wielder worth anything is nursing a cracked back!”

But Erxart didn’t care about the taunt, he was focused on the charm and its magic. He could feel it reach out to a long forgotten bond. To someone so dear that they persisted beyond memory. That even now, he desperately wished to see once again. He tried with everything he was to call on Aqua’s magic.

And for an instant, the charm linked him beyond the dimensions to her.

Surprise. Relief. Fear. Hope. Despair.

And something more…

Erxart could feel the power in the charm wash over him, mending his body and filling him with an incredible magic. He saw Xigbar’s eyes widen before he began to shoot wildly, but Erxart was healed enough that he could parry the bullets with ease. With a few swings of his keyblade, Erxart shot fire, ice, and thunder at the three members of the Organization threatening them. As Xigbar dodged magic to land on the wall, he began to grumble, “Okay, so things are getting out of hand.”

Saïx parried the onslaught of spells, though he was pushed back with each blow. “We need to get control of this situation, or leave it.”

Xemnas narrowed his eyes as he glanced from Erxart and Axel to Ventus and Naminé watching from the open door. “Indeed, as our enemies evolve, so should we.” With a gesture, he lifted the still-bound traitors and pulled Marluxia over his shoulder. “Let us regroup and take the traitors with us.”

Saïx hefted Lexaeus over his shoulder with Larxene taken by Xigbar as they quickly made their way back to the spiral passage. But as Erxart took a step forward, he felt Axel grab his shoulder and ask, “ Excuse me, but why are you going after people who’d probably want us dead?”

Exart wrested himself free and began to chase after Xemnas.“Because letting Xemnas take them would be worse!”

Axel sighed and ran up alongside him. “Fine, guess we are going to try and save them.” The two ran out to the larger chamber leaving Ventus and Naminé behind. As they arrived at the entrance back to the pit, there was a loud crash, and scaffolding began to fall down. Looking up, they saw Saïx pulling his claymore from the collapsing path. Axel nimbly hopped from what little ramp he could along the wall and shouted, “Guess we’ll need to be quick about this! If they make it to the surface they'll escape into dark corridors!”

As Axel was trying to pursue, Exart tried to spot where the other two went. Xemnas was easy enough to find, as he just floated straight up, Marluxia on his shoulder. But Xigbar wasn’t so easy, the skunk-stripe hair wasn’t so easy to pick out in the dimly lit pit.

There. A flash of a lens, right up on the wall. Exart saw him using his power over space to stand on the wall of the shaft and line up a shot at Axel. Erxart focused, keeping his target in sight as he let the darkness build. Even at a distance, he saw Xigbar spot him and change targets.

He was too slow.

It happened in a flash, a shot across the expanse. A shout of pain.

“Not again!” Xigbar screamed as Erxart collided into him, wreathed in shadow. Even as he tried to move along the wall and evade there was no escape. The dark charge smashed into him again and again until Xigbar fell to the ramp, with Erxart coming to a stop before him. He saw Larxene still bound on the path. Xigbar likely dropped her to get a better shot, and now he was stuck between trying to pick her back up, dealing with Erxart, or just running.

“Leave them, this one should be sufficient.”

Xemnas’ voice solved the dilemma, and Xigbar dodged back from a keyblade swing to jump to the bottom of the ramp overhead. From below, he saw Saïx chuck the bound Lexaeus towards Axel, knocking him to the ground. Though it was odd, Erxart was almost certain he heard Saïx say something like, “It didn’t have to be like this.”

There wasn’t time to ponder the meaning, as the now unencumbered Saïx leapt from his position to reach the top of the stairwell with Xigbar close behind. All that was left was Xemnas. Erxart tried to run as fast as he could, to catch up to the ascending Xemnas and rescue Marluxia. As he approached, he saw the light from the surface grow brighter.

“Not this time!”

And in his focus on Xemnas, he forgot about how Xigbar was still ahead. The shot from his gun nicking him in the arm. Not quite fatal, but it slowed him enough to realize that Saïx had wound back to throw his claymore straight at him. Erxart dived ahead to try and avoid the attack, but as soon as the massive sword hit the floor it exploded. In his shock, Erxart scrambled to keep his grip as the ramp fell away.

And in that distraction, he saw Xemnas reach the top and pass into shadow with a smile. “Not exactly even but still good,” Xigbar called from up high as walked over the platform edge and flipped over right side up. Though Saïx was quick to escape into darkness as he reached the top, Xigbar kept his eye on Erxart and scowled, “Next time we settle things.”

Groaning as he pulled himself up, Exart could only make his way up to the surface and ruminate on what had happened. Not simply that Naminé had awakened the old keyblade, but the revelation that Xemnas wanted him dead. Was this the reason that Erxart had always distrusted him? The subconscious realization that his days were numbered? And what of his other plans? For as much as Erxart distrusted Marluxia, he dreaded wondering what fate was in store for him at Xemnas’ hands.

As he reached the top and caught his breath, Erxart heard footsteps behind him. Glancing back, he saw Larxene desperately looking around before her eyes settled on Erxart as she muttered, “Marluxia’s gone.”

Erxart could only give a nod, silent as Lexaeus and Axel caught up. He took a step forward and reached out, “Larxene. Are you—”

Only for her to slap his hand away and scream, “WHAT ARE YOU, STUPID!?! If it weren’t for your stunt, we wouldn’t have gotten in this mess! Xemnas wouldn’t have caught any of us, and Marluxia would…He…!” She clenched her fists and screwed her eyes shut as the loss of her friend eroded her unflappable exterior. Stewing in her rage, she turned around and opened a corridor of darkness out, “Lexaeus, let’s go.”

As she reached the edge, Lexaeus sighed and asked. “Where can we go?”

Not bothering to look back as she walked through, she screamed, “Anywhere that’s not here!”

Lexeaus paused for a moment before looking back, “Axel, Erxart.” His face was grim as he gave a small nod and said, “Good luck.”

As the shadows dissipated, Axel groaned and ambled up to Erxart’s side, “We’re really in it deep now, aren’t we?”

Erxart simply closed his eyes, and clutched the remnants of the charm in his pocket, “I think we were always in this deep, we just didn’t know it until now.”

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carnivorouswillgraham · 2 years ago

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AHHH I LOVE YOU TOO

also i just realized this ask gave me the Perfect excuse to post my only slightly embarrassing analysis (word used w a grain of salt) of love from the other side and comparing it to norrayemma. sorry youre trapped forever i am your purgatory🙏🏻@saintsfrgrrrls

under the cut bc i do hold some shame bUT

[Model house life meltdown]

Referring to Ray finding out the secret behind Gracefield

[Still a modern dream let down

It kills me, you know I'm dying out here]

Ray having to come to terms with his horrific reality and the deal he made with Mama

[What would you trade the pain for?]

In the special side chapter that goes into a little more detail about Ray’s six years in hell, we learn that he was tempted to give up, to let himself and his family be killed so he could be freed from the mental anguish he was trapped in

[I'm not sure]

But, in the scene where he debates this, he is thrown out of this contemplation by Norman and Emma, who are crying in sympathy for him over his most recent nightmare

[We were a hammer to the Statue of David

We were a painting you could never frame and]

The first line could refer to the genius of the full score trio, the second to Ray’s perspective of Emma and Norman’s unpredictability after Ray sets his plan into motion

[You were the sunshine

Of my lifetime]

Referring to Emma and Norman being Ray’s sole motivation to live and plan in his six years in hell

[What would you trade the pain for?]

This is no longer followed by an “I’m not sure” because Ray is 100% dedicated to saving his best friends

[This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me

Loose]

This refers to the six years that Ray spent suffering alone. He (and Isabella, of course) was the only one to know the house’s secret, and he couldn’t even let himself grieve over it lest it cost him his life

[Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit]

Ray took the title of traitor upon himself to save Norman and Emma, but, unlike his Mother, he did this with the selfless intent of keeping them alive, rather than guaranteeing his own survival

[I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh]

Ray never intended to escape with Emma and Norman, but must have still been touched by the fact that they still loved him after the reveal of his betrayal and the use of his other siblings

[Got to give up]

This could refer either to the hope lost when Norman got shipped, or to Ray’s bafflement at Emma stopping his suicide

[Get the feeling, get the feeling

Don't fight it, fight it]

Ray fully believed that he deserved to die to atone for his sins against his family. These lines represent his argument against Emma over this fact

[Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back]

This represents Ray’s little speech to Emma before he attempted to set himself ablaze. He admitted to his life being hell, but the time he spent with her and Norman made it all worth it (ie. “sending my love” line). He tried to convince Emma that he deserved to burn, and forced her to make his plan work despite her protests (ie. “don’t look back” line). “And I just about snapped” refers to Ray’s suicide plan, finally openly showing his mania to Emma, who had only ever known him as someone quiet and pessimistic before this (overall).

[Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand]

This refers to Ray’s betrayal. He became a traitor because of his love for Norman and Emma, but it was still a morally wrong thing to do when put into perspective of him using and- likely- causing his siblings to be shipped out early

Love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

[Generation sleep, I'm falling in and out of love

I'm getting that tilted feeling out here]

Norman has always been led first and foremost by logic, being with Emma and Ray balanced him out and showed him new perspectives. Not having them at Lambda 7214 made it easier for Norman to slip into a radicalized mindset against the entire demon race

[What would you trade the pain for?

I'm not sure]

Norman let himself be shipped in order to guarantee Ray and Emma’s immediate survival. I’d say that this would refer more-so to Norman trading his own life for Ray and Emma’s happiness, than what he would be willing to trade for his own

[Nowhere left for us to go but heaven]

Despite not wanting to die, Norman resigned himself to death to save his best friends

[Summer falling through our fingers again and]

Emma, Norman, and Ray had been mere days from executing the escape plan when Norman got shipped. This line refers to how close they were to being free

[You were the sunshine

Of my lifetime

What would you trade the pain for?]

The memory and hope of one day getting to see Emma and Ray again are the only things that keep Norman strong enough to make it through and eventually destroy Lambda 7214

[We're told we gotta get ahead, yeah

No matter what it takes

But there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race]

This one is a bit more of a leap, but it could be seen as a reflection of the humans that work with the demons to spare their own lives. They are victims to a system that their ancestors created, but Norman can see that they are not and will never be on equal footing with the demons. This thought process being part of what leads him to (attempt to) eradicate the demon race

[I'd never go, I just want to be invited, oh

Got to give up

Get the feeling, get the feeling

Don't fight it, fight it]

Once free, Norman immediately worked towards destroying as many farms and taking down as much of the demon’s necessities to live as possible before he died. Due to Lambda 7214’s experimentation, he had a much shorter time limit, and therefore didn’t allow himself to make decisions that had any risk factor or were based in anything other than pure logic. Norman fights to save his family in his own way, while knowing that he’ll never live long enough to be a part of their happy ending

[Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse]

Possibly the easiest line in here. Norman is eradicating the demon race for Emma, Ray, and the rest of his family. Even if they disagree with his point of view, he truly believes this to be the best, safest course of action

[And I just about snapped

Don't look back]

When Emma confronts him about his plan, Norman refuses to see her point of view. Even later in the story, when we witness him start to feel doubts about his choices, Norman pushes those feelings down and continues anyways, feeling lost on any other method at this point

[Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand]

Once again, Norman is attempting genocide because of his love for his family and humanity as a whole

Love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

[I saw you in a bright clear field

Hurricane heat in my head]

Emma had dreams and nightmares about the life she couldn’t remember, and, when she is reacquainted with her family, she admits to having longed for them, despite not knowing who they are.

[The kind of pain you feel to get good in the end

Good in the end]

Emma gave up her memories for her family. Choosing their happiness, safety, and well being over herself

[Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain

"Give up what you love"

"Give up what you love before it does you in"]

The promise. The demon god tells her that the only way for her family to be safe, is for her to give them up. The lyrics in quotation marks are reference to his words to her, and the lyric “Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain” refers to the immutability of his erasure of her memories

[Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back]

Emma gave up her memories without regret, doing it from a place of genuine love and wish for well being for her family. She never even hesitated to agree to the demon god’s demand

[Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand]

Emma never told her family about the god’s end of the deal in The Promise because she knew that they would never go through with/activate the promise if it meant losing her. The dagger refers to her self-sacrifice, an action done fully from love, but that caused near unending grief for the ones she loved at the same time

Love from the other side of the apocalypse

And I just about snapped

Don't look back

Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand

Sending my love

do u have any cute tpn pictures I cannot eepy for the life of me and need to look at something. fresh

DO I EVEN????

sorry this is mostly just norrayemma w a sprinkle of pretty pictures and stolen memes from @officersnickers (sorry bout that) but hhhh yeah here u go!!!! i could talk about the importance of all of these forever and ever. just let me know if you want me to

#AKJSBXWKSUCGWEKV #im normal<- is so not normal #tpn #norrayemma #fob #love from the other side #rowan tag<3

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves…

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass…

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish.

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway.

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried.

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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incendiobrock · 3 years ago

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Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}

Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!

Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut

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It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.

Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.

You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.

A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”

“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.

Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.

Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.

You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.

Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.

“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.

Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.

You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.

“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.

“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.

His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.

“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.

Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.

“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.

“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.

Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.

You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”

You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.

You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.

“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”

You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”

His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.

Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”

And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.

You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.

#colby brock #Sam and Colby #colby brock x reader #colby brock imagines #sam golbach #jake webber #tara yummy #kat stuart

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griffintail · 4 years ago

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Hi I'm so so sorry for bothering you! I absolutely love your child reader x parent dreamsmp series, it's amazing!! I had an idea for the lost ones though, or a seperate scenario if that's okay!!! What if the baby was a witch? Witches exist in minecraft, so what if as the child gets older, their powers grow. Windows breaking when they cry, things floating mid air, sparks and fires from their hands, things like that?? I think it'd be really interesting if you want to write it!! If not all the lost ones, then just tge sbi seperate please! Thank you so so very much, i love this series and i cant wait till the next part!!!!!

Magical Born

Pairings: Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, Philza, and Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of raids, mentions of death, light blood, light violence

A/N: It’s based on Lost Ones Canon, all over the timeline, but it is NOT canon. I didn’t write all of Lost Ones because it’s already a lot to write Lost Ones as its own entity :P I added Ghostbur though for fun because I just really like Ghostbur. Technically he’s part of the SBI!

I went further than planned though so enjoy. ♥

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TommyInnit

Tommy screamed as he ran from Fundy, who had caught him stealing from his house, (Y/N) sitting on his shoulders as she laughed. He was making for the sewers as (Y/N) waved at Fundy.

“Bye, bye furry.” She smiled.

“YOU’RE SO DEAD TOMMY!” Fundy shouted.

But now Tommy was laughing hysterically as he quickly turned a corner and made for Tubbo’s entrance into the sewer. Tubbo startled when his door opened.

“What the—” Tubbo questioned.

“No time, good luck big man.” Tommy saluted, (Y/N) waving her hand before Tommy held (Y/N) and jumped into the entrance.

“WHERE IS HE!” Fundy came in a moment later.

“Damn it, Tommy,” Tubbo muttered under his breath.

Tommy laughed as he pushed his wet hair back, (Y/N) clapping her hands.

“Big score for us little (F/L). And extra disc time for calling him furry.” Tommy grinned. “Let’s get home with it all.” Tommy walked along the pathway, letting (Y/N) walk behind him.

(Y/N) clapped excitedly hearing extra disc time. She bounced slightly behind him as Tommy was bragging about this adventure.

“The furry may be an easy target to take, but we managed to escape successfully, becoming richer!” Tommy said to the little girl, who continued to bounce, announcing as she did.

“Boing!” She giggled.

Tommy chuckled, not looking back at her. She had a lot of energy like him and always had to find easy solutions to let it out.

“Boing!” She squealed with delight and Tommy froze where he was walking as she…float over and past him??

“…What the fuck?!” He shouted, dropping the bag of stolen loot.

“Boing!” She jumped over to the other walkway of the sewer water.

Tommy put his hands through his hair as he watched his child fucking float.

“What the fuck is going on?” He muttered, looking around.

She jumped over to him, and he yelped as he caught her, staring at her.

“Hi, big man.” She giggled.

“We’re going back to Tubbo.” Tommy nodded, picking the bag and walking back down the tunnel. “No jumping.”

(Y/N) gave a pout but didn’t jump as she followed after Tommy. He had her go up the ladder first before following after. Luckily, Tubbo had gotten rid of Fundy, looking rather miffed as he went back to sorting his chests.

“I already got rid of Fundy, what are you doing?” Tubbo groaned, seeing the pair.

“Dude, you got to see this, I don’t get it,” Tommy told him. “Ok, (Y/N) jump.”

She smiled again before bouncing around. Tubbo raised an eyebrow as she bounced around like normal and Tommy was concerned for his mental health for a moment when she started to take large leaps again.

“What the hell!” Tubbo freaked out.

“Exactly!” Tommy motioned to the girl, who was making her own sound effects as she jumped.

“Could…has she always done this?”

“NO! You think I wouldn’t say if she always did this?!”

“What the hell?” Tubbo put a hand on his head.

“I know!”

Then (Y/N) jumped too high and hit her head on the ceiling, crashing on the ground.

“Shit!” Tommy flailed his arms for a moment before rushing over to the little girl.

He made sure she had no serious injuries as she started to tear up then cry.

“Hey, it’s ok.” Tommy tried to assure her, gently rubbing where she hit her head.

But she only cried harder and Tommy and Tubbo both screamed as the windows in the room exploded. Tommy was hugging (Y/N) to him, looking at Tubbo with wide eyes as Tubbo was looking around wildly at the shattered glass.

“What’s going on?” Tubbo gestured wildly to the windows.

“I don’t know!” Tommy said exasperated, still gently rubbing his hand on her head, the effect doing good now.

The little girl died down to sniffles as Tommy connected the dots.

“Wait, she cried and the windows broke. I think that was her.”

“What?”

“I-I don’t get how it works but she’s doing these crazy things.”

“Do-Do you think she’s magic or some crap?” Tubbo threw out whatever he could.

Tommy’s eyes went wide as he nodded. “That has to be it! I mean…I don’t know where she came from after all.” He muttered now, looking at the little girl.

“So, what, she’s a witch?” Tubbo huffed.

“I guess…” Then Tommy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Tubbo, can you imagine all the things we could get away with?”

Tubbo frowned as Tommy now, as Tommy put (Y/N) down as she had calmed down.

“This could be great! We’ll need to figure out how to teach her of course…”

“We don’t even know what we’re doing with her as a normal kid!” Tubbo flailed his arms.

“But she’s still alive.” Tommy pointed at his friend and Tubbo put his head in his hands. “We’ll be the greatest, richest crime trio!”

“She’s a child!” Tubbo protested but Tommy picked (Y/N) up.

“You can help me out now little (F/L).”

The chaos they could cause once they figured out exactly (Y/N)’s powers were. Tommy couldn’t wait.

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Wilbur

“Alright little star, we have to go talk with a few people today but after, we’ll play together, just you and me,” Wilbur promised the little girl as he held her hand.

They were wearing their matching L’Manberg uniforms and (Y/N) was humming as she walked beside him, their first stop at Niki’s bakery.

“Ok.” She nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, little star. Why don’t we get some cookies from Niki to make sure we’re not hungry while we walk?” Wilbur offered with a smile.

“Yes pwease!” (Y/N) grinned.

“Please.” Wilbur corrected gently.

“Hello!” Niki greeted the pair as they came in. “How are you two?”

“We’re well Niki, I hope you are as well.” Niki nodded and Wilbur went on. “I’ve come to talk to a few the citizens around L’Manberg,” Wilbur told her. “And we were also hoping to have some of your best cookies while we’re working.”

“Your very best.” (Y/N) agreed.

“Of course, I just finished a new batch. Would you like to see?”

(Y/N) looked up at Wilbur with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled. “Alright, but you have to stay away from the furnaces, they’re going to be hot.”

“Ok!” She nodded before the two went around back into Niki’s area.

As (Y/N) watched the woman in infatuation put a new batch into the oven as she was taking the other out, putting them up to cool for the few minutes Wilbur was talking with her about how her life in L’Manberg was. The adults continued to talk as (Y/N) was now looking at the furnaces curiously, wondering how the fire worked to make the cookies. While she was, Niki suddenly screamed, making the little girl jump as Wilbur looked around in a panic to see why she screamed.

Wilbur saw after a moment, (Y/N)’s hands had little fires on them! (Y/N) spotted them as well and gave a shriek as his reactions kicked in as he spotted a bucket of water. He snatched it up before quickly throwing it on his little girl. The fire was gone as the girl stood soaking wet, Wilbur bolting over to check her hands.

“I told you not to go near the furnaces!” Wilbur scolded as he carefully took her hands.

“I-I didn’t daddy.”

Wilbur looked at her hands confused though. She didn’t have a single burn.

“How…” He muttered.

“I stayed away. Just like you said.” (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her wet clothes.

Wilbur looked at Niki, who had run and came back with a health potion.

“She’s not hurt,” Wilbur told her.

“What?” Niki looked at him with wide eyes.

“I-I don’t know how,” Wilbur said, looking back at the little girl, freezing up as he did.

All of the sudden…her clothes and hair were completely dry! He hesitated before touching her jacket, indeed finding it free of water.

“Niki…I have no clue what’s going on.” Wilbur gently pulled (Y/N) to him. “Sweetie, how did you do that?”

“Do what?” She asked confused.

“You don’t have any water on you anymore.” Wilbur pointed out to her and she looked at her clothes, before shrugging.

“I don’t know.”

“Have…you ever done that before?” He questioned and she shrugged again.

“How…how do you think it happened,” Niki asked him.

“I’m not sure,” Wilbur muttered. “I need to send a letter to Phil or Techno; they’ve seen a lot more things in their time. I appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to anyone Niki.”

“Of course.” The soft-spoken woman nodded.

“Thank you, we’re going to go home early little star.” Wilbur stood up.

Niki still gave them a few cookies and Wilbur brought (Y/N) home, making a bird call outside first.

“Whoa, that was cool!” (Y/N) grinned as a crow landed on Wilbur’s shoulder.

“It’s one of my father’s crows, they’re usually all around,” Wilbur told her as they went inside.

“Your dad?”

“I guess I’ve never told you about him.” Wilbur chuckled quietly as he sat, writing a letter to both Techno and Phil. “My father, Philza Mine Craft, is pretty old but he’s a great dad. He taught me a lot and he’s been through a lot. I’ve told him about you a few times, I suppose I forgot to tell you about him in return.” Wilbur ruffled her hair lightly, making her giggle. “I don’t talk to my brother Techno as much though…we had some arguments in the past. I’m hoping maybe we’ll put that aside to see what be happening with you.”

He signed off the letters and let the crow have them before they flew off.

“We’ll know in a few days though I suppose. Now, let’s play some music while we eat these cookies.” Wilbur offered out.

Waiting for a return letter became a little more desperate the next few days. Not only had Wilbur found his daughter’s hands liked to spontaneously combust with flames sometimes, through some careful observing, but he also found if she was particularly happy she’d find herself being able to jump to his height; and thanks to Tommy, when the boy had come to visit to get instructions from Wilbur, he decided to scare the little girl, causing her to scream and Tommy, in turn, screamed when all the windows shattered.

“Not a word!” Wilbur immediately demanded as he made sure (Y/N) wouldn’t step on any glass. “To anyone.”

“What the fuck?!” Tommy screeched.

Wilbur was tempted to force the boy to stay at the house to ensure word didn’t get out but after a bit of time, he got Tommy to promise him. Finally, two separate letters came in to tell him the same thing.

(Y/N) might be a witch.

Techno was a bit blunter about it, proceeding to tell Wilbur off a bit for just taking some orphan, but Wilbur knew it was just his brother’s ways and didn’t hold it against him. Phil’s letter had a bit more useful information and he had once researched witches. Wilbur kept that letter safe as he came out to find (Y/N) jumping around with her powers. She was smart and figured out how to activate it, she often liked to play with her floating power.

Wilbur wondered what else she might be able to do…It was a rather terrifying thought but he’d learn regardless. She was still his little star, witch or not.

“You’re getting good at that little star.” Wilbur praised as he came over.

He also let the thought cross his mind if that’s why she was abandoned but pushed it away. That didn’t matter, she was his little girl now and they’d figure it out together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Technoblade

Techno watched from the porch with crossed arms as (Y/N) laughed while running from Tommy, who was armed with two snowballs. Tommy did know how to bring the energy out of his kid. (Y/N) stumbled and fell, Tommy, grinning with victory as he stood over her but the little girl reacted fast and threw snow at him before running again with a giggle at Tommy’s temporary blindness.

Tommy shouted profanities as Techno smirked, the voices praising his child. That’s his little girl.

“How much longer are you two going to be out here?” Techno called now.

“Not much longer!” Tommy shouted before swearing again as (Y/N) managed to hit with a snowball while he was distracted. “THAT’S CHEATING!”

“All is fair in war!” She demanded.

“Don’t track snow in the house,” Techno told them before going back into the house.

Phil was tending to one of his crows as Techno came back in.

“They alright?” Phil asked.

“They’re fine.” Techno nodded, going over to his enchanting equipment.

“I’m proud of you, mate. For taking in that little girl and making sure she’s happy.”

Techno simply shrugged as he was glad, he had taken in the little girl as well. Life would be nearly the same. He often thought about how things might have been different if she wasn’t around, he probably would have already taken out L’Manberg but he held back for her. He didn’t need people hunting him down again right now and find out about her…

He was taking off his pick to put a new enchantment on it when his world slowed hearing a scream and Tommy shouting loudly. Running out with his pick in hand, Phil grabbing his sword off a chest as he ran after, he found (Y/N) shaking on the ground as a wolf stalked towards her as Tommy had a bloody arm. Techno dropped his pick as he ran over, taking off his crossbow, a bolt already loaded.

He took a shot at the wolf but his panic made him sloppy and he missed! It went over the wolf, it not noticing until…

The bolt turned around all of the sudden and hit the wolf right in the front leg. It gave a yelp, snarling as it backed away from the little girl now, who was scrambling back.

“B-Bad wolf!” She shouted as she shook.

The wolf noticed the approaching pissed off man and cut its losses, running off with a limp. Techno was most certainly confused about the bolt but he had other worries. Phil was already going over, tending to Tommy as Techno came next to (Y/N), putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You, ok? It didn’t hurt you, did it?” He asked as he quickly checked the little girl.

“No.” She shook her head before hugging him. “It hurt Tommy.”

“I know, Phil’s got him though.” Techno hugged her before picking her up. “Let’s get inside.”

Phil was helping Tommy inside as Techno followed, picking up his pick.

“If it hurt Tommy, is it ok it got hurt?” (Y/N) asked Techno.

“Yes, because it was about to hurt you too. So, it’s ok. That’s defense.” Techno told her but he wasn’t sure what happened.

The bolt had certainly missed and then flew back, striking it in the leg.

“I didn’t want to hurt it.” She mumbled. “But it’s right.”

Techno was confused by her words, but maybe she had gotten confused with her own words. He put it to the side for now as he spent a bit of time with her for the rest of the day to make sure she was alright. After he put her down to sleep, he came down into the main room where Phil was sitting by the fire. Techno sat across from him and brought up the thought he had put aside.

“(Y/N) said something weird today.”

“What was that?” Phil looked at him.

“She said she didn’t want to hurt that wolf. Like she was the one who fired the crossbow.”

Phil hummed, looking out the window. “Something was weird, I saw that bolt move on it’s on.”

“Good, I’m not losing my mind.”

Phil gave a quiet laugh. “Not yet my son. But something odd did happen. Have you ever seen anything like that?”

“No…Not around here at least. I’ve seen witches do stuff like that though. That’s why they’re difficult to kill sometimes.” Techno took off his mask for the day, putting it down safely on the fireplace mantle. “If there had been a good witch around, I’d say it was them.”

“I haven’t seen a witch in some time. Pretty rare these days, some people don’t like their power with magic and hunt them down. They’ve pretty much gone into hiding.” Phil nodded.

“Sounds about right,” Techno grumbled, leaning against the stone of the fireplace, closing his eyes.

“Mate, you don’t think…(Y/N) might be a witch?”

“Doubt it. Would have meant she was magic born; they wouldn’t have just left her on someone’s doorstep for them to die.”

“It’s rare but she could have been naturally born, with normal parents, and we’re now just finding out.”

“Even then, when she was born, she shows signs. A magical birth has effects while they’re born. The parents would have known.”

That made Techno frown now at the thought as he looked over at quiet Phil, who had the same frown. They were both thinking the same thing; what if they left her because of the magical birth?

“It would explain why she said she hurt the wolf.” Phil leaned back as well on the other side of the fireplace.

“Yeah…I’ll find out more in the mor—”

Both Phil and Techno jumped up with muscle memory at the sound of (Y/N) screaming. Phil’s crows cried out in panic as Techno was first up the ladder to find (Y/N) whimpering as she hugged herself as a few objects floated around the room. Techno went to her side as Phil came up, Tommy shouting up as he had been startled awake by the noise.

“Hey, it’s ok little goddess,” Techno muttered to her, putting a hand on her side.

“T-The wo-wolf.” She whimpered.

“It can’t hurt you. I won’t let it.” Techno told her, sitting next to her and pulling her into him. “And neither will Phil or Tommy.”

She gave a few more soft whimpers before everything in the room slowly floated down, Tommy standing on the ladder, watching amazement.

“You’re alright,” Techno promised, looking at Phil, the two sharing a meaningful look. “We won’t let anything or one hurt you.”

There was just more of a reason to keep (Y/N) their secret. He’d have to brush up on his knowledge about witches as well.

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Phil

“Alright, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Phil told the little girl. “So, I got to do a bit of practice.”

“Ok.” The little girl tried to have patience as she was taught but couldn’t help but bounce in excitement.

Phil chuckled, ruffling her hair, before spreading his wings. “Ok, let’s see if I still remember this…”

He took a deep breath before taking flight; he grinned as he felt the wind flying by, enjoying the wonderful memories that came to him. Flying had been something he had really missed. From the ground, (Y/N) cheered in the snow as she jumped, clapping. Phil chuckled at his little girl’s reaction as he took a few warm-up laps to make sure his wings were truly back in shape.

Techno looked up from his work at the commotion, coming out as he took off his glasses. Going out, he looked to see Phil snapping by in flight and he smiled watching his father flying again. He had seen how it affected him to be trapped on the ground. Across the field, he spotted his little sister running after their father rather uselessly but she jumped as she followed after the older man, cheering as she did.

The older brother shook his head as he watched his father again as he leaned his back on the railing, a few of Phil’s crows flying beside him as they were going over the roof. Techno was watching when another figure went over his head, giving a shriek.

“Techno!” (Y/N) said and Techno fell backward off the railing of the steps, his cape over his face, but he shouted out.

“PHIL!”

Phil looked over to find his daughter now falling to the ground?! With practiced ease, he turned and caught the girl before she hit the ground. He took a bit of a crash into the snow as his crows gave out a few cries in panic but he was alright. It wasn’t the first time he had crashed after a flight.

(Y/N) looked around a bit of daze before grinning and throwing up her arms. “Again!”

“Did you throw her?!” Phil exclaimed as Techno threw his cape off his face.

“What!? No!” Techno huffed as he stood up, brushing snow off himself. “I was watching you and all of the sudden she was over my head!”

“That makes no sense, mate.”

“I didn’t throw her; I actually like her more than my brothers.”

Phil looked at the little girl, who was still grinning even though she could have gotten hurt. “What happened?”

“I jumped and I flew like you! It was a bit scary and I almost fell.” She told him animatedly. “But then you caught me and it was like Whoosh!”

Phil looked at Techno as Techno was raising an eyebrow at the explanation.

“Y-You jumped and flew?” Phil turned his attention back to her.

She nodded. “I was jumping after you because I was excited.”

“Why…don’t we go inside and then I’ll take you on a flight, alright?” Phil asked her.

She gave a little pout but nodded. He nodded as well before standing up, letting her walk on her own. Techno followed the pair in and they let (Y/N) be before Phil spoke to Techno alone.

“I…have a feeling (Y/N) might have magic.”

“You think?” Techno snorted. “Where’d you find her again?”

“A village during a raid,” Phil muttered, glancing over at (Y/N) as she was playing with a few of her toys as one of his crows kept an eye on her as a few of them were just as protective of her as he was.

“They could have been there to get her family. Pillagers tend to like magic and hearing about magic users, they probably were there for them.”

Phil nodded. It made sense; the village he had found was a pretty small farming village it had seemed. It had been odd to him how they were raided but now it made a bit of sense…

“Guess I’ll have to brush up a bit on my witch knowledge. It’s been a few years since I’ve run across one, good or bad.”

“Yeah, it’s been some time. Heard around the arctic that a few of them were going into hiding. Probably because of the pillagers.” Techno nodded, as he went over to his potions to do a bit of work.

“Dadza! Your crows talk?!” (Y/N) exclaimed in excitement.

Phil paled as Techno snorted into his potion ingredients chest.

“You need to learn what the hell they can do too,” Techno said.

That was going to take a bit of time to learn.

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Ghostbur

“No one else was in the room where it happened. The room where it happened. The room where it happened.”

Ghostbur clapped as he sat on nothing as he floated above the ground as he watched his daughter sing and do her own little dance. Tommy had taught her all about his favorite musical and taught her a few of the songs. She now wanted to show off what she learned to her father and Ghostbur was more than happy to sit and watch his little blue. He even made sure Friend was there to give her a proper little audience.

She stumbled over a few words occasionally but he loved watching and listening to her regardless. Once she finished the song, she gave a little curtsy with her hoodie and Ghostbur clapped, giving a joking call of an encore as Friend gave a baa. She giggled, coming over and hugging him. He gladly returned the hug, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

“That was wonderful little blue! I can teach you a few more songs and you can sing more for Friend and me!” He smiled.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly.

“I’ll have to get a few of my books from L’Manberg, so we can do it tomorrow,” Ghostbur promised her. “We can all go visit Phil as well and you can show him how wonderful you are. Wasn’t it wonderful Friend?”

The sheep gave another noise and (Y/N) giggled, letting go of Ghostbur and hugged Friend now.

“Thank you, Friend. You’re a very good friend.”

“We should get inside, it’s almost time for dinner.” Ghostbur stood now.

“Ok, can I ride on you, Friend?” She asked the sheep and the sheep didn’t make a noise of acceptance or protest. “He said yes.”

“Thank you, Friend,” Ghostbur told their sheep friend before putting (Y/N) on top of the sheep.

After, he took the lead and took the pair to their home in Logstedshire. (Y/N) gently petted Friend’s wool as Ghostbur brought the pair inside, not seeing Tommy, which meant he was downstairs in his chest room.

“What do you want to eat today little blue?” Ghostbur asked the girl as he helped her off Friend.

“Carrots and potatoes.”

“Ok.” Ghostbur nodded, petting Friend before going to cook.

He made food for (Y/N) and set her up at the table before brewing a few potions he was low on. He hummed as he brewed, (Y/N) happily enjoying her meal as she talked to Friend. Ghostbur occasionally glanced over with a smile at his little blue and the last time he glanced over, he saw Tommy had come up and snuck up behind the little girl. Ghostbur was about to speak as he held a potion bottle but Tommy moved first.

“BOO!” Tommy gave (Y/N) a scare as he took her shoulders.

The little girl shrieked…before disappearing.

Ghostbur and Tommy both stood there for a moment before (Y/N) spoke, gasping.

“Daddy! I’m like you!”

Tommy screamed at that, jumping back as Ghostbur dropped his potion bottle, shattering it on the floor. He floated as he went towards the table.

“(Y/N)? Are you…invisible?” Ghostbur asked, unsure how to process this

“I can’t see me.” She spoke.

“HOW?!” Tommy flailed at the empty spot.

It was another moment before the little girl appeared in the chair again, grinning. Tommy put his hands through his hair as Ghostbur feet touched the ground again as he stood in front of the little girl. There were a few beats of silence before he grinned.

“You are like me!” He picked her up, hugging her. “This is a very fantastic day!”

“You found her Ghostbur! She’s not supposed to be like you!” Tommy protested.

Ghostbur pouted at that as he nuzzled the top of her head. “She can still be like me if I found her.”

“I…I’m getting Phil. This is not normal and he’ll know.” Tommy pointed at the pair before leaving the house, too freaked out to stay inside.

“He doesn’t understand yet,” Ghostbur whispered to the little girl before grinning. “Maybe I can teach you to do it on your own like me!”

Ghostbur had cleaned up the glass quickly as he made (Y/N) stay on Friend just to be safe before he sat with her on the floor, trying to teach her to go invisible excitedly. The moon was a good bit into the sky when Tommy came back, a worried-looking Phil coming in.

“Phil! We were going to see you tomorrow!” Ghostbur grinned. “(Y/N) wanted to show you a few things.”

“Like…what?” Phil questioned carefully.

“She learned a lot of songs and we were going to learn more. Then at dinner, she turned invisible like me! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“See? I wasn’t lying!” Tommy motioned.

“Calm down Tommy,” Phil told the younger boy before sitting on the floor with Ghostbur and (Y/N). “Is that true (Y/N)? You did that?”

She nodded, smiling widely. “I learned a lot of songs and I disappeared like daddy.”

“Have…you ever done that before? Disappear like that?”

She hummed before shaking her head. “No.”

“It’s new?”

She and Ghostbur nodded.

“Well…She could be magical born.” Phil threw out, looking at Ghostbur and Tommy.

“What the hell does that mean?” Tommy asked as he stood next to Phil.

“She’s a witch. Her parents would have probably been too. It’s extremely rare to have a magical born in a non-magical family. And as the house that Ghostbur found (Y/N) was the way…it was.” Phil avoided the details but Ghostbur floated off the ground as he remembered. “It would make sense; some people aren’t keen on witches.”

Tommy frowned at the thought with Phil as Ghostbur tried to just ignore the bad images. As Ghostbur looked away from Phil, he looked at (Y/N) to see her sticking her tongue out slightly as she had her eyes closed as well, looking to be concentrating. What she was concentrating on doing made Ghostbur grin widely.

“(Y/N) can float too!” Ghostbur cheered, making the little girl open her eyes and grin herself.

“I’m like daddy!”

Ghostbur laughed as he scooped her into his arms, cuddling with her. Tommy and Phil shared a look though. They had to make sure Ghostbur wasn’t vocal about this…They couldn’t let little blue lose another life just for being a witch after all…

But Ghostbur didn’t think about that as he was simply ecstatic about his special little blue.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit x reader #ghostbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #philza x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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gch1995 · 2 years ago

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I don’t think this is considered canon, but it is most definitely something I can see Anakin doing, even as Vader. Every time he encountered Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, or Luke, he would write novel-length entries overanalyzing their behaviors, decisions, and reactions as well as his own. I don’t know if he would still care about people not remembering his birthday. If he cared, he wouldn’t make it obvious

#I don’t buy that Vader would enjoy being evil for the sake of being evil because that’s not his style of evil #he’s lawful evil #but the stuff about being totally in denial about how utterly fucked up his entire life and existence is completely in character #i know this is considered non canon and a lot of it reads like crack!fic but then I remember that Anakin really was that extra #both before and after Mustafar in the series #dear diary today I tried to get my son to join the dark side so I could get help killing skeevy sheevs and bond with Luke ruling the world #he got angry and scared when I reached out to him by torturing his friends abducting him cutting off his hand and threatening him #which is what I normally get told to do to convince recruits to join the dark side as my apprentice #but Luke’s anger and fear towards me actually is making me feel really bad about hurting someone to get my way for the first time in years #i really hope the kid didn’t die after he refused to turn to the dark side and skittered away from me in terror after I did all that #and told him I was his dad #I made sure to cut off his entire hand from the artery so while painful it shouldn’t have been something he bled out from #also how dare obi-wan leave me to burn the fuck alive and steal my lightsaber!#dear diary today I finally caught obi-wan kenobi after hunting him down to get vengeance against him for turning Padme against me #baiting me into a duel and leaving me to burn alive on Mustafar 10 years ago #I was about to burn him alive to even the score but then I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it to him when I had the chance #master Sidious tried to say that Anakin Skywalker still cares about Obi-Wan #but that’s impossible! I destroyed anakin skywalker because he was weak on Mustafar!#obi-wan is a hypocritical douchebag who spent years throwing Anakin Skywalker under the bus to kiss Yoda’s and the council’s asses #and I let him! I don’t get why I still felt compelled to spare him from the same fate he left Anakin to on Mustafar and let him get away!#I spent ten years hunting the old bastard down and plotting revenge but right when I had him in my grasp I told him I killed Anakin #and let him get away from me! it’s impossible! Anakin is dead. I destroyed him 10 years ago so why can’t I destroy his past with obi wan #dear diary visions of Padme keep haunting my dreams every night and every time I’m alone!#She’s gone forever! I destroyed her along with Anakin Skywalker on Mustafar because she betrayed me to try to get obi wan to kill me!#and yet she tried to tell me it was all a misunderstanding and there were tears in her eyes when I grasped her throat with the force.#I could have sworn she was still alive when I dropped her from my grasp! I felt it! but emperor Sidious said I killed her in my anger!#is there something that he wasn’t telling me that I missed? could it be possible that Padme didn’t know that obi-wan had stowed away #dear diary today I finally killed Obi Wan Kenobi. It wasn’t much of a fight. Obi Wan just stood there the whole time so I stabbed him #right before he died he said ‘I’m about to become more powerful than you could ever imagine’#and he just vanished into thin air! wtf? now all I hear is obi-wan cackling and Anakin’s ghost keeps yelling at me for killing obi wan!

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Little Fox

(C!Fundy x Reader)

Request 12: Hey if you're making a request, do you do c!Fundy? If so, can I get a Fundy x half fox shapeshifter!reader where fundy finds an injured full fox!reader, and takes her home to patch her up without knowing that she's a shifter ówò? Context, the reader can shift into three forms: full fox, half and half(fox legs, tail, ears, fangs), and fully human. Thank you have a blessed day!!!

Requested By: Anonymous

Moving away from L’manburg or what was once L’manburg was one of the best decisions Fundy has ever made. Did it get lonely from time to time, sure, but at least he was finally at peace. He was away from his ghost of a father and away from the drama of everyone else fighting and the looming sense of death that lingered over everyone that lived in the once-prosperous nation. It was quiet and he was happy to be left alone, well, mostly alone. There was one exception, a snow-white fox that trotted around his house from time to time, curious (e/c) watching him with intent. He had always felt a connection to foxes considering he was part fox, he hated seeing them hurt or starving or treated with disrespect, so he kept them around. However the white fox didn’t seem to pay him any mind other than silently watching and wandering around his home, he started placing food out for the fox. This went on for a few months until one night something felt off. Fundy kept glancing out the window, almost like he was expecting to see someone but no one popped up until he remembered his little buddy. He didn’t know why it sent him so on edge, it was just a random arctic fox maybe it was the way the food was left untouched or the pull he felt to go the woods, but he grabbed his coat and stepped into the forest.

The first thing he noticed was the small animal prints littering the snow, there seemed to be some sort of scuffle. Worry entered his veins and his ears pressed flat against his head, he journeyed deeper into the forest and noticed little droplets of blood. Fundy adjusted his hat nervously and followed the blood droplets, crumpled on the ground in front of his feet was a blood-stained fox. The once pure white coat of the fox was stained with red splotches a big gash was torn from its side, Fundy felt nauseous. The wind seemed to blow against his exposed ears, almost urging him to pick up the fox and take it home. He reached out and picked the fox up in his arms and held it close, the wind blew again, his eyes widened a little in surprise, the wind seemed to whisper a thank you.

Back at the house he laid the fox down on his couch and began to patch up her wounds. Hopefully, she wouldn’t attack him in the morning, be too freaked out, he wrapped the bandages around the wound stopping the flow of blood. He just prayed his foxy friend would be alive come the morning light. Fundy flicked the lights off and went to sleep in his bedroom, even though all the windows were shut and locked tight he still felt that odd breeze tickle the tufts of his ears. ‘Take good care of her’ it seemed to whisper, his heart thudded in his chest as he snuggled under the covers. The morning sun streamed through his windows, blinding the hybrid slightly, he groaned loudly and sat up in bed. He ran his sharp nails through his hair tussling it a little bit, trying to calm the rat’s nest down. As snapped to consciousness fully when he noticed footsteps coming from his living room, very human-sounding footsteps. Fundy tensed and hopped out of bed storming into the room, a dagger in hand. He let out a startled shriek seeing a beautiful half-naked young woman standing in the middle of the room. However, he couldn’t even focus on that, he was more focused on the snow-white fox ears that sat atop her head, the fluffy tail behind her, and the fox-like legs.

She was like him.

“Fundy right?” She sent him a crooked smile, sharp fangs very visible, making him feel all types of things. “Names, (Y/n) and you saved my life last night.”

“You- Fox?! but- human-” His hands tangled in his orange hair mentally trying to come to terms with the fact that he had probably saved a forest spirit. “No shirt!” he sputtered feeling soft hands take his own, he noticed a smile on her lips, their eyes locked together,

“I’m a shifter. A pleasure to officially meet you.” He felt you squeeze his palms and he swallowed thickly,

“Shifter?”

He watched you nod tail swishing from side to side, you were very happy to be talking to him it seemed, Fundy felt oddly honored. “I have three forms! Full fox, half fox, and fully human,” You explained holding up three fingers on your hand. “Usually full fox is easier but as you can see,” You motioned to the bandages covering your chest, “it’s not without risks.”

“Hold the phone you’re telling me the fox I’ve been feeding-”

“Yup! That was me!” You giggled as his cheeks went red, “I appreciated it.”

“I gave you dog food! I’m so sorry, oh my god!” He sputtered out completely mortified by the situation. You let out a roaring laugh, it was very reminiscent of that of a fox but he supposed that, that made sense. He watched you dip your head and nuzzle underneath his chin, once again he felt his entire face burn red, your ears were so soft, the fur tickling his chin.

“It’s okay, I didn’t eat any of that. Just pretended.” You reassured lifting your head to once again meet his eyes. “Soooo...you gonna tell me your name? Or should I just call you handsome?” He felt the blush spread down onto his neck,

Oh no, she was so cute.

“Fundy! I’m Fundy.” He nodded more stiffly than he wanted too suddenly very aware of how close the both of them were to one another. You blinked after a few minutes peaking around his shoulder, oh shit was his tail wagging? A bright smile spread across your cheeks “Laugh it up okay! Not every day I get to have a cute fox girl nuzzle against me alright!” Your ears fell flat against your head, he watched pink spread across your cheeks, score.

“Cute?” You meekly whispered you pulled away a little to grab at your tail shyly, “Thank you.”

He was going to die, you were going to be the death of him.

After that first encounter, you, the real you, had become a staple of his life. You had moved with him a few days after showing your more human form to the hybrid. You knew how to cook which made him swoon, it tasted divine, he was tired of being alone. You made him feel like he still had hope, you were his family now even after only knowing you for such a short amount of time. There was an odd sort of bond the two of you had, he was happy to have someone understand him, on a level that no one has ever been able to before, especially not his father. Days rolled into weeks and weeks turned into months, it was about eight months in when Fundy finally confessed to you.

You’d spent the day away from home, in your full fox form, saying you needed to stretch your legs and Fundy let you go. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a mess all day worrying about your well-being all day, he barely could get anything done, so when he saw your white fur streak through the trees that night he knew you were home. He ran out onto the stones of the path and called out your name, he watched your ears twitch and turned towards him. He felt his tail begin wagging ecstatically and he could see yours begin to do the same, you charged headfirst towards him shifting as you run, as you arrived he held out his arms and you jumped right on in them. He felt your arms wrap around his neck as he lifted you into the air. He spun you around as he laughed,

“I missed you, Dee!” You purred out happily leaning back a little bit in his arms, he still held you above the ground.

“I missed you too Dearheart,” Fundy whispered looking up at your sparkling eyes it was then, with your white fur shining in the moonlight that he realized he was in love with you. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” You breathed out softly, cheeks pink, ears twitching, “I’d like that very much.”

So, he did.

Two years being together of being together was finally when Wilbur- or ghostbur- decided to visit his son. You were outside in the garden, tending to some of Fundy’s vegetables deadset on using some of the fresh ones to make soup for tonight. You were in your human form so you didn’t get your white fur covered in dirt, so you didn’t hear the ghost coming close to the house until he was leaning over your shoulder.

“Hello!”

You screamed like a little kit throwing your basket through the ghost who shivered at the foreign feeling.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” The ghost apologized adjusting the round glasses on his face. “I heard my son Fundy lives around here but I must be mistaken!”

“Are you...you’re Wilbur aren’t you?”

“Oh! You’ve heard of me! Was it my music, please say yes!” The ghost’s eyes seemed to sparkle with hope, he shrunk a little as he watched you shake your head, “oh…”

“I’m-”

“(Y/n)! I heard you scream, you alright?” Fundy peeked his head out the door eyes going big seeing his dead father standing beside you. Wilbur looked between the both of you before a tiny smirk spread across his face,

“Ohhhhhh, I see now.” Wilbur nodded watching his son’s face go red, “My little champion is all grown up! With a beautiful human to mind you!”

“Er...not exactly.” You mumbled, allowing your ears and tail to pop up from your head, Wilbur’s jaw dropped in shock and awe.

“She’s like you!” Wilbur gaped reaching up to touch your ears, you flinched a little, and Fundy snarled at his father. “Sorry, sorry,” He pulled his hand back with a sheepish smile Fundy finally walked over to the both of you, pushing you behind him only slightly.

“What’re you doing here dad?” His voice was gruffer than you’ve ever heard it, his tail was puffed up in a way you’ve never seen before from your boyfriend.

He was on edge.

Wilbur shuffled a little fumbling with a piece of something blue in his hands. “I just wanted to check up on my son. No one’s heard from you for a while we’re all getting a little worried. I love you so-”

“Dad.” He groaned pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose pinching it, “look. I appreciate you’re all worried but I’m happier here.”

“But you’re all alone out here! It’s not good for anyone’s health, especially not a young fox!”

“Excuse you?” Your eyes narrowed in offense, “I lived out here all my life.” You bristled in frustration, “I turned out fine.” Wilbur eyed you warily and Fundy squeezed your palm tightly, “I did!”

“I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just looking out for my son.”

“No offense but I think he can look after himself just fine.” You shot right back and Fundy covered up a surprised laugh, “So far so good. Plus he’s not alone, I’m with him.” You squeezed Fundy’s hand rather tightly, as Wilbur glanced at your intertwined hands.

“What she said.” Fundy nodded his head, “we have each other and that’s all we need. At least for right now. So try not to worry too much.” He waved his dad off, “Now if you don’t mind we have dinner to cook.” Wilbur gave a hesitant nod before turning back to look into your eyes,

“Don’t hurt him.”

“I don’t plan on it," You assured nodded your head you both had a brief staring contest before Wilbur said his official goodbyes and headed on his way. “I’m sorry,” Fundy watched your ears fall flat against your head.

“What for?” Fundy’s brows furrowed in concern, “He was being an ass, you had every right to defend yourself. Plus I hate him so.” He shrugged unbothered, “I love you though.” He pecked your cheek and you smiled shyly.

“I love you too Dee.” You spoke softly, pulling him close by his jacket, his tail began to wag enthusiastically.

“Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You nodded standing on your tiptoes to give him a long kiss, he purred tangling his fingers through your hair. You pulled away much too soon for his liking and let out a low whine, you giggled happily and peppered his face in light kisses. “Fundy?”

“Hm?”

“Let’s get married.”

“What?”

~~~

Next Up: Immortality and Nymphs Part II

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stopeatingwhales · 3 years ago

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football hysteria x damon albarn

I LOVED THIS SM LMAO !!!!!!!! football obsessed damon is so cute

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Warnings: noneeee

Word count: 2.281

Requested by anon <3

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"Who you supporting?" Graham asked me, handing me a beer as he sat himself beside me on the couch next to me in the middle, Damon sat on the opposing side. Damon had dragged me over to Graham's house to watch the Man City and Chelsea game tonight, and knowing just how competitive Damon came to football, I knew it was better that I simply went along with things rather than moan about how much I really didn't want to spend two hours watching two teams pass around a ball for entertainment.

"Erm, Man City." I replied, quickly flicking the can open to taste the bittersweet barley flavouring of the heineken beer as it embellished the walls of my mouth.

"You don't support Chelsea?" Damon questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small chuckle left my mouth. “Of course I don't, they're shit." I sneered, aware of the havoc that my statement was going to cause. Immediately, Damon's mouth fell agape; stunned by my malevolence, as well as partial shock from the new-found information surrounding my opinions on football.

Graham's laughter rang through the room and my ears as my eyes continued to burn into Damon's piercing gaze, him just as amused as I was. Nobody was as big a football fan as Damon had become. "They're anything but shit," he continued, eyebrows now raised as he scoffed. "You're telling me that you support Man City? Gallagher-brother-Man-City?"

"Okay I'm going to sit between you both,'' Graham announced, swiftly standing up, shoving my body to the side he had just accompanied, placing his body between me and Damon, a blockade to prevent either of us going at each other's throats. "Just so we can all be alive by the end of it."

“Well I wouldn't have fucking invited her over if I knew she supported those manic twats, Graham."

"Piss right off Damon, we're in Graham's flat, not yours." I bit back, completely unphased by his childlike behaviour. It had been made quite apparent to the media that Chelsea were indeed the band dominated by the south, as well as Blur, and Man City were celebrated in the north by Oasis. However, it was quite comical noticing the immediate flush of anger that filled Damon's face after my sly comment. Leaning back into the loveseat, my back adorned the soft feel of the cushion behind me. "Graham, who do you support?" I asked, curiosity laced in my words as the football pitch came into view on the television screen - initiating the beginning of the match.

My eyes were focused on Graham as I watched him toss his glasses onto the coffee table in front of us, which had been cascading with countless bags of crisps and other treats to keep us stuffed as the ninety-minute match played through. "In all honesty, I'm not that phased with football," he began, reaching over to open a bag of crisps. "It's Damon here who's completely obsessed with it."

As the match began, tensions were already built to a high degree between the three of us. Small but meaningless comments had been thrown into the atmosphere of the apartment, merely portraying our silliness and how neither of us had seemingly outgrown the competitive side of our personalities, something that would be more apparent during teenage years. Unfortunately however, very early into the game, Damon's supporting team had decided to skillfully snatch the ball from one of the players, eventually managing to get it into the goal - portraying the first goal scored subsequent to the game's start.

Damon instantaneously rose at the goal, shouting loud enough for the neighbours to hear every single word that rumbled out of his throat. "Told you we were bett-" he said, smugness intertwined between his words so effortlessly, though shamefully his words had been cut off by the sound of the cushion, once placed behind me, now hitting his face. I couldn't help but allow a tiny smirk to illustrate itself on my facial features as I admired his face dripping in absolute bewilderment towards my actions. “What the fuck was that for?” he scoffed, falling back into his side of the sofa, as I sustained the grin on my face, watching him. The atmosphere that was once overflowing with hostility was now completely serenaded with Damon's egocentric giggles, forcing my body to hunch into a sulk at how quickly my team had been warranting for a loss so early into the match.

Mid-way through the game, Graham had decided to go to the corner shop by his apartment to get more beers for us to share, due to us having run out to share between the three of us. I dreaded being alone in the room with the game ongoing with Damon present, full-well knowing that his upbeat jolliness would attempt to torment me upon the fact that he was winning, which, to my demise, was exactly what had occured. The air fell still in the room once the sound of the door slamming etched through the flat walls, my gaze focused entirely on the match following on the screen, attempting to focus my mind on anything but the room that I was currently occupied in - though my peripheral noticed Damon's head almost instantly turned to look in my direction once it was made evident that Graham wasn’t inside the flat anymore. As if reading my mind, he decided to shift his body weight, which was once adorned to the other armrest of the burgundy couch, right next to me, where he attempted to wrap his arm around my shoulders, warming me into an embrace. In spite of this, I could feel his intense stare on my features. Using all my strength to avoid connecting eyes with him, I wasn’t going to admit defeat so easily, my stubbornness proving a point.

Once Damon realised, he carried on watching the game, however his body had continued it's embrace with mine. At one point, I was thinking that the match was going to be a lost cause from the performance shown by Chelsea, However, things began to turn around, and Man City managed to score a goal, to Damon's consternation. The sudden win resulted in me lunging from my seat, swiftly detaching myself from Damon, my whole body cheering towards the goal as it replayed on the screen. What was amusing was that, after I had finished my applause, I noticed that Damon had moved back into his seat by the side of the couch, distancing himself from me. "Aw, you don't want to sit with me anymore?" I sarcastically questioned, not waiting for an answer as a small smile crept on my lips. It was very amusing, pissing Damon off. I must say, watching his ego deflate into nothing but a simple sulk at the corner of a room was really the sight.

"What did I miss?" The sound of graham's voice sounded through the room, paired with the clank of multiple beer bottles as he reached into the plastic carrier bag to place them on the table. Each and every one had an individual water-streak pattern, indicating that they had just been chilled - when they taste best.

"Man City scored!" I exclaimed, reaching out for one of the glass bottles as I got the bottle opener to unfasten it from its metal clasp, promptly taking a swig from the beverage. The intent was, of course, to provide Graham with the extra knowledge upon the events that occurred during the match whilst he was absent, however knowing myself, I had also wanted to remind Damon of said occurrences, to surge him to the edge of his frustration. Exclaiming it at the top of my lungs held just enough power to do just that.

A chuckle immediately left Graham's mouth from my enthusiasm. "Need me to sit between you both again?" He jokingly asked, yet an element of seriousness was laced between his words.

“Depends if Damon's gonna stop sulking or not.” I replied, focusing my view on the game playing on the screen.

"You're the one who was fucking throwing the cushions!" Damon shouted, reaching over to grab himself a beer.

"Because you were pissing me off!" I answered, shifting my gaze onto Damon, who was, to my surprise, staring directly at me. There was a certain look of annoyance glazed on his features, though the agitation seemed to subside as soon as we locked stares, as if he was longing for my eyes to bear their sight toward him, as if it was an examination, an analysation to confirm whether we were still on good terms or not; of course we were, while conflicting preferences drew evident tears between us during that moment in particular. After a few seconds had passed, Damon leaned back into the cushion, carrying on watching the game unfold, satisfied with his response from my eyes. Switching my gaze over to Graham, I took notice of a look of question illustrated on his features, to which I decided to mime that it was alright, in order to move myself next to Damon once again. It would've been a lie, and a mere understatement, to say that I hadn't missed his arms around me.

Bunching up next to him, enough space was made to allow graham to sit himself down next to me, though that thought was the last passing my mind; my body was shivering from nervousness, the close proximity between us, regardless of our romantic acquaintance, never failed to bloom butterflies at the pit of my stomach. Due to my body's weight pressing down onto the cushion next to him, it was obvious that he was aware that I moved to sit next to him - but at a cause of his stubbornness, him averting all his attention onto me, admiring me as if I was the only living being in the apartment, a home that hadn't even belonged to me, would never happen - it would take much more to result in his feign of irritation to melt away. Placing my arm around his shoulder, I granted my hand to reach up to his beautiful head of hair, my fingers caressing his strands gently as I brushed any parts that were sticking out on the sides of his head. His arms were wrapped around one another, like a child encompassed in an angry stupor at their parent due to them not allowing them a packet of sweets from the grocery store, though I was playing at his heartstrings, aware of just how much he adored me playing with his dirty blonde locks.

For a short sum of time, we both sat there, my hands never halting their actions. The next few minutes of the game played out of continuous dribbling and passing to other teammates, oftentimes resulting in the other team taking hold of the ball and running around with it for a while until their attempt to score. Randomly, Damon's arm had released itself from its shared embrace with the other, engulfing my body with his as he encased his left arm around my shoulders. We were in a sense of comfort with one another, though from Damon's avoidance of my stare it was made obvious that he was still in the least carrying a small element of annoyance, nevertheless, as I allowed my eyes to linger onto his delicate, paradisiacal features, holding back a grin was seen much easier said than done, a small curvature sneaking itself on his lips.

"Look who's won." Graham mumbled, his voice detaching me out of my trance that I was enamoured in.

A laugh rang itself out of my throat as I admired the lengthy team cheering as they enveloped one another in a massive embrace. "Told you they were better!" I grinned as I diverted my gaze onto Damon, the same look of frustration painted on his demeanour, still avoiding his eyes on me. "You want a kiss?" I asked, tilting my head in order to make sure I was the main thing in his sight, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up his facade so easily. "Kiss kiss?"

I continued until his eyes met mine. It was as if, for a short segment of time we were frozen in place, momentary seconds passing of us merely marvelling at the view illustrated forth one another, my hands snaking their way around his neck as I leaned in slightly, noticing his blue orbs fall onto my lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his mind wandered through fields of appraisal. It was then where I couldn’t hold resistance for any longer, and I doubted that Damon could, bringing my head forward as I let my lips latch onto his, allowing time to flow as they lingered still before he kissed me back with gentle force, enough to notify me of his desire that encompassed him just as much as me. The kiss held innocence, portrayed adoration in its true beauty, nevertheless, also embodying eagerness, a yearning of lust.

"I'm going to be honest," I mumbled, removing my lips away from his, panting as I attempted to recollect my breath. "I don't actually support Man City."

"Of course you fucking don't." Damon laughed, our lips connecting once again as he perched his head forward, intoxicating me with the very thing that I desired most in that significant moment.

"If you're gonna shag, please go home." Graham groaned, causing our bodies to jolt at the sudden awareness that we weren’t alone together. Pulling away instantly, a wave of embarrassment covered my cheeks as we looked at one another, infatuation the single thing flowing out of our eyes.

“Sorry Graham.”

#i loved this so much please #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn #90s #blur band #britpop #graham coxon #imagines #band imagines

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crumbledcastle28 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 1: a tug

Warnings: PTSD, sadness, depression, panic attack, mentions of violence

Author’s note: this is part one of my series called “Burning Red.” This is kind of boring because it is a set up for the main storyline, but I hope you enjoy it! Any constructive criticism and support is greatly appreciated. And if I missed a warning, please let me know!!

After everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve done, everyone you’ve hurt, it felt good to just lay low.

A mechanic on tatooine was not what you imagined, but it did the trick.

No one saw you for who you truly were, and that made you happy.

Well, except for Peli.

You came to her sick and angry and alone, and she nursed you back to health. You would be rotting in the desert if it wasn’t for her, and you felt you owed her a little something.

So, you used your “uncommon” set of abilities to help her with her mechanics in any way she needed.

This included: cooking, cleaning, repairing, negotiating, and most importantly, defending.

Peli was no dummy. She knew you had more experience in that field than she did. So she recruited you, and paid you back with whatever she had laying around. A new outfit once and a while, a warm bed, a hot dinner, and a couple of credits so you could go shopping and get out of her hair.

You couldn’t blame her. You were a hell of a lot of trouble to be around.

Constant nightmares, paranoia, and regret surrounded your aura like a fog. Any normal person wouldn’t notice, but someone like Peli could. And it pissed her off a good majority of the time.

“Stop moping and help me clean this oil off my droid,” and sentences like this one, were said pretty frequently around your place.

Was it even your place? All you did was survive. Is that enough to say you lived there instead of just survived there?

You really liked Peli. She gave you a base. A “home” of sorts, and for that you were forever indebted.

But something in you always called you back to your real home, and that scared you more than Peli’s tough love. More than you could even describe.

~~*~~

It was a pretty normal day on Tatooine. The wind howled, the sand covered everything in its wake, and the heat. You would never get used to it.

You were eating your breakfast when a ship landed on the landing pad, and you could already tell it was a doosey just by the way the left engine was sputtering.

If this ship explodes, we better get a damn good pay, you think to yourself.

The ramp starts to open and you take that as your queue to start the walk to your makeshift room. It was really a storage room, but you didn’t mind.

When you get there, you squat down to the ground behind your door and grab your apron and set of tools. You knew Peli would need some help with this ship.

You hear the ship’s ramp hit he ground and you feel it.

A tug.

Not even a tug, a lurch. It felt like a rope had been tied to your soul and pulled you back into your old self.

This was a tug you hadn’t felt in so long. So long, it almost knocks you off your feet.

I closed myself off from this, you think. I shouldn’t feel this. I don’t want to feel this.

You already feel a headache coming on from the shock and ache in your bones, so you start walking back to the landing pad to tell Peli you aren’t feeling too well.

If I get recognized, we are both dead.

You’d rather get a scolding from Peli than a scolding hot gun wound in your chest.

“Hey,” you hear Peli shout at the client, and you pick up your pace. Your heart is hammering in your chest and you feel the panic ooz through your body.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this, but you hate how it makes you feel alive.

You finally make it to Peli and you see her speaking very loudly (she doesn’t like to use the word “yelling”) at what seems to be your client.

But this is no ordinary client. This is a Mandalorian.

A very broad Mandalorian who, no offense to Peli, could knock her out in his sleep.

You had heard legends of their kind. But worst of all, you had fought them. And damn were they good.

You hadn’t seen any since the purge. You had heard rumors of them hiding under ground, but they had always been peaceful people. You hated how they got dragged into a war.

“You damage one of my droids, you’ll pay for it,” Peli says, and you really wish she would use a more peaceful tone.

The last thing you want to do right now is fight a very impressive looking Mandalorian covered entirely in beskar while your entire body is tingling.

Is he the one who is force sensitive?

“Just keep them away from my ship” he says, and you are surprised at how well he is taking Peli’s annoyance.

“Yeah? You think that’s a good idea?” Peli responds in a tone dripping with sarcasm and you take this as your moment to try to sneak away.

This however, was unsuccessful.

“Come on y/n. Let’s take a look at his ship,” she says and the Mandalorian turns his helmet towards you.

You probably look like an absolute mess. Your chest is heaving, you are sweating, and you are not at all prepared to do any sort of repairs. You are basically in your pajamas. The Mandalorian’s gaze has you nervous enough, but this familiar feeling in your stomach has you dizzy and nauseous.

Just hold on......

You start to follow Peli to the ship while still looking at the Mandalorian. You learned very early on in your life to never take your eyes off a predator. He follows your form and you try your best to mask his incredibly strong force connection gripping your chest.

This man isn’t even trying to hide it? It’s almost as if he is reaching for me?

You make it to Peli where you finally take your eyes off of him. You can see why Peli was so mad now.

“Oof! Look at that,” she says as she scans the ship with her eyes. “You’ve got a lot of cabron scoring up top. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shoot out.”

Oh my God, he was in a shoot out.

This is really not good. This man could have been followed and you could be surrounded at this very moment. You were a skilled fighter, but those kinds of odds were almost unbeatable. Especially when you were still trying to hide your identity.

You are so tense you feel like you could snap. You still feel his eyes on you, and you are praying to whatever is out there that you can just stay alive. That’s the only thing you’re good at.

“Name’s Peli Motto. That’s y/n,” she says as she points to you with her wrench.

She did not just tell him your NAME.

“This is my operation. You’re not gonna find a better mechanic on the planet,” she says as she leaned in closer to the engine.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to rotate that. You’ve got a fuel leak. Look at this, this is a mess. How did you even land?”

All you wanted to do was scream.

He is a MANDALORIAN who was just in a SHOOT OUT. He is probably being FOLLOWED and we could be dead because of ME.

“That’s gonna set you back,” she says.

She is concerned about MONEY right now?

Peli is a smart woman, but she was walking you into a trap. You didn’t want her blood on your hands. You didn’t need any more of that.

All of this is happening while you are still on the verge of a panic attack.

This Mandalorian is strong with the force. It is squeezing your lungs and your feet and your hands and your brain. All rational thinking is out the window. You had to get out of here before he manages to suffocate you.

God you hate this feeling. A few years ago you lived with this constantly. It became a part of you. Something you enjoyed. But now...

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits,” the Mandalorian says.

Imperial credits. Great. How did he get his hands on those?

“That’s all you got? Well..” she says and looks back at you.

“What do you think,” she asks in a teasing tone.

You try to plead to her with your eyes. You are sweating beyond belief and your brain is about to explode.

She tightens her brows in confusion at your state, but continues to bargain.

“That should at least cover the hanger,” she says and you feel your jaw almost drop to the floor.

How can she not see it?

“I’ll get you your money,” the Mandalorian mumbles and you try to take a deep breath. Passing out in front of one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy who may be here to kill you would rip off the last bit of pride you had left. If you are going down, you are going down with a fight.

“I’ve heard that before,” Peli responds and looks at you in a joking way. Like she was trying to coax you into laughing with her.

You try to chuckle back, but it just comes out in a low breath.

You sound insane.

“Just remember—,” the Mandalorian starts

“No droids. I heard ya,” Peli finishes.

“Why do you think I keep this girl around,” she says chuckling with a pat on your back.

You muster up the strength to smile and feel holes burning in your head from the Mandalorian’s gaze.

He really knows how to stare.

The Mandalorian leaves the hanger, and it takes everything in you not to pass out right there.

You thought with him leaving it would die down, but it’s only getting worse.

“Are you ok,” Peli asks and helps you lower yourself to the ground.

You are breathing frantically now and your hands are clutched to your chest.

“He has it,” you say and you know Peli knows what you mean.

She looks at you with wide eyes and you see the realization on her face.

“Oh my god.... he was in a shootout,” she says.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out. The desperate force connection is starting to fade and you feel your lungs fill up with air once more.

“He could have been followed! Or he could be here to—“

“Kill us,” you say. Peli hates when you finish her sentences, but there was no point in caring right now.

“Ok. Get inside. If I need you I will call for you,” she says and you nod, slowly getting to your feet.

You start to walk back to your room, with Peli’s arms guiding you, while taking deep breaths, but you freeze when you sense something else coming out of the ship and you snap your head to the ramp.

“What,” Peli says as she follows your gaze.

Your heart flutters. The force is slowly starting to ease its nasty grip on you.

If you didn’t sense the creature, you would miss it.

A little green baby, wrapped in what looked like a potato sack, was strolling down the ramp, looking directly at you.

“It’s him,” you say.

“He has it.”

#din djarin #mando #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #star wars #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction

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hd-wireless · 3 years ago

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🎵 Summary: Harry is fine. Being an Auror is fine. Living with Ginny is fine. It's all fine. But it used to be a lot better.

📻 The World Is A Violent Sky [E, 60k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: writingsbydestiny / @starlitsilvereyes 🎵 Art medium: Digital Art

🎵 Summary: Harry Potter wants to die; Draco Malfoy wants to live — a story of life and death, everything in between and beyond — in the form of scatters of love and hurt like freckles of stars forming into constellations. — Alternative Summary (And Significantly Less Poetic): Four years after the war, Harry remains grief-stricken. In an attempt to discover the parts of him that haven’t died in the Forbidden Forest, he drops off the face of Scotland to travel the world by himself. Along the way, he finds his old enemy, Draco Malfoy, in a Muggle country, looking positively dashing even with a slash of scar decorating his face. As always, Harry’s curiosity leads him to (un)fortunate places.

📻 The Stars Have Courage [M, 85k] 🖌️✒️ Author/Artist: @fantalf 🎵 Art medium: Digital painting

🎵 Summary: Draco can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move. He can’t hear anything besides the buzzing in his ears. The walls are closing in. The world becomes smaller, narrowing itself to the pain in his chest, and it becomes the only thing that makes sense. He tries to cry. Maybe he is crying, but there are no tears anymore. Luna’s words echo endlessly in his brain. Harry doesn’t remember. Harry doesn’t love Draco. Repeating ceaselessly. Infinite, Harry used to say. No. No. No. Draco can’t lose him again. But he doesn’t know who you are now. He doesn’t love you. He hates you. You are no one. His world turns into an overwhelming pain. And that pain is all that he is. — Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic Collab 🎶

📻 'Til Your World Burns [E, 25.3k] ✒️ 🖋️Authors: @ladderofyears and @iero0

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy is raped and watches as his world falls apart. Harry Potter is the quiet, unassuming wizard who finally listens to him.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [M, 5.6k] 🖋️ Author: @jackvbriefs

🎵 Summary: The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Drive a Little Slower [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: bluefay / @thesleepiesthufflepuff

🎵 Summary: He silently willed Harry to drive a little slower. To let him pretend a little longer.

📻 Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon [T, 16k] 🖋️ Author: thestarryknight / @the-starryknight

🎵 Summary: The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

📻 Two Starts, One Finish [E, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: @lqtraintracks

🎵 Summary: I feel him before I see him. Nobody stands this close to me while I’m playing, and I’m about to turn to tell him so when he says, “You’re a tough bloke to track down,” and then leans against my baby grand.

📻 Never Gonna Give You Up [E, 5k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith

🎵 Summary: Five times Harry rickrolls Draco, and one time Draco gets him back.

📻 Alone Together [T, 3k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0

🎵 Summary: He felt like a spectre, roaming the treeless grounds, the deserted streets of Hogsmeade. It was only the train station—of course it was, Harry thinks—that harboured another sleepless soul that night. They were found as though they had been looking for one another; freezing to the ground at the sight of an unmistakable silhouette in the distance, before wordlessly meeting on the platform. They stood there, side by side, faces to the sky.

📻 Nothing Left to Burn [E, 5,1] 🖋️ Author: skeptique / @skeptiquewrites

🎵 Summary: Over ten years after their fling crashed and burned, Harry runs into Draco and finds embers still burning bright. Sometimes your ex-lover is (metaphorically) dead. And sometimes it's summertime in Montreal and the past won't let go.

📻 The Isle of Discussion [E, 21.6k] 🖋️ Author: @shealwaysreads

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco arrive at the shores of Loch Leven to record the magical history of the land. They’re friends now, but up there in the Highlands, amidst the trees and sky and that wild expanse of water their own past is more present than ever; a gap they still can’t bridge. Magic illuminates the truth, but it is Harry and Draco who have to speak it. Happily, it turns out that honesty is, in fact, the best policy.

📻 (You Should Have Been My) High School Lover [T, 3.9k] 🖋️ Authort: @aprofessionalprotagonist

🎵 Summary: After years of carefully avoiding running into Harry Potter, Pansy tricks Draco into attending a party at Grimmauld Place. How is he supposed to deal with a very attractive Potter trying to talk to him?

📻 Both Hands [E, 10.4] 🖋️ Author: @sweet-s0rr0w

🎵 Summary: It’s been over a decade since Draco packed up his belongings and left, and Harry’s doing just fine. Really, he is. So when he spots the For Sale sign outside their old flat, he doesn’t think twice about arranging a viewing. Curiosity is only natural, right? And what harm can come from a quick trip down memory lane?

📻 His favourite piece of art [E, 1.3k] 🖋️ Author: @gnarf

🎵 Summary: Six years after Malfoy had left, Harry suddenly spotted him on the dancefloor of a Muggle club in London. He couldn't let this opportunity slip…

📻 I'll Try to Keep the Walls From Falling Down [M, 14.9k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie

🎵 Summary: It’s OK. Love is only meant for some; Harry knows that. Besides, he wouldn’t want to risk this new, amazing friendship he has going on with Draco for anything in the world. Keeping his walls from falling down is the least he can do.

📻 Learn to Fly [T, 11k] 🖋️ Author: @janieohio

🎵 Summary: Harry’s suffocating under all the expectations of the wizarding world, but he’s fascinated at Malfoy’s sudden ability to flaunt his true self to whoever cares to watch. And Harry? He might like to do something more than watch if he can ever get up the nerve.

📻 Restless Dreams (Stay With Me) [T, 5.5k] 🖋️ Author: wanderingeyre

🎵 Summary: At first, Draco thinks the common room is empty, but then he sees Potter sitting on the floor, back to the wall on the far side of the fireplace. His head is thrown back, exposing the brown column of his throat. The curl of his hair looks soft in the firelight. Potter’s glasses are off and there are tracks where tears have wet his cheeks. He looks naked in a way that stabs at Draco, right between the ribs where everything is already bruised.

📻 Letters From Home [T, 1.1k] 🖋️ Author: @articcat621

🎵 Summary: Writing to each other is all that's getting them through this war.

📻 so lie to me tonight [T, 5.3k] 🖋️ Author: M0stlyVoid / @bonesliketambourines

🎵 Summary: Ginny thought it would be different, after.

📻 Mortal Frame [M, 6.6k] 🖋️ Author: tackytiger / @tackytigerfic

🎵 Summary: Draco’s on a mission, and this time it's personal. But it's not easy to track down something that no one wants to talk about, especially when Harry Potter keeps popping up everywhere Draco goes. Though at least he’s on Draco’s side this time, and if he happens to be useful, and kind, and great in bed—well, Draco’s not exactly complaining. The story of three pubs, one Horcrux, four overpriced sandwiches, and two damaged men just trying to make sure that Bellatrix Lestrange stays dead.

📻 Prologue [T, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: adavison / @aedwritesfic

🎵 Summary: Ten years after the war, Harry stumbles across Malfoy in a Muggle club. What could have been an awkward encounter might just be a new beginning.

📻 A Care To Fill The Vessel Of Your Heart [M, 2.5k] 🖋️ Author: @onbeinganangel

🎵 Summary: Draco doesn’t care for atonement. Why should he? Forgetting is easier than forgiving. Or it would be, if fate just left him to his own devices. Fate, as per usual, has its own plans.

📻 Like a Dream I Can Reach (but not quite hold) [M, 19.4k] 🖋️ Author: Cassiara / @cassiaratheslytherpuff

🎵 Summary: Harry spends his life waiting for something he isn’t entirely sure he wants, and looking for something he doesn’t know exists. Everything feels ill-fitting until Draco Malfoy enters his life and shows Harry he doesn’t have to want the expected things, and Harry learns happiness doesn't have to look a certain way.

📻 Sun and Rain [M, 4.7k]

🖋️ Author: @isamijoo

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy thinks that being in a relationship with Harry Potter is anything but easy, but then again, what's the sun without the rain?

📻 In Pursuit of Lost Marbles [T, 22k] 🖋️ Author: Theartfulldodger / @graymatters

🎵 Summary: Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger. He tries not to flinch when Harry calls him sir, but he smiles when bits of the old Harry emerge. Eventually, Draco leads Harry to the Pensieve where he shows him pieces of the life they've built together, what Harry will come home to, one day, when this is all over. Then, Draco waits. He waits, and he hopes.

📻 Requiem [T, 1.8k] 🖋️ Author: EvAEleanor / @evaeleanor

🎵 Summary: Requiem — A song of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person.

📻 Changes With The Moon [Gen, 1.6k] 🖋️ Author: @missdrarrydawn

🎵 Summary: Draco takes a stroll to try to settle his turbulent thoughts, plagued by who he was, who he is and who he could be. A friend offers him a whole new world and Draco struggles with the idea, for there is too much at stake, it isn't worth it. Or—is it?

📻 Chasing Dragons [E, 89.9k] 🖋️ Author: The_Sinking_Ship / @the-sinking-ship

🎵 Summary: Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece. But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite. Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

📻 Drive, Draco [M, 2.4k] 🖋️ Author: Erebeus / @erebeus-roxy

🎵 Summary: got my driver’s license today, but you're not around to see. Can't drive past the places we used to go to 'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

📻 Fire [E, 10k] 🖋️ Author: GallifreyisBurning / @gallifrey1sburning

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy has never had trouble getting boyfriends. The problem is getting one that doesn’t leave him feeling cold after the first few months. He’s looking for something specific: passion, excitement, someone to keep him on his toes. He just doesn’t know how to go about finding it. After kicking his latest boyfriend to the curb, Draco’s at a loss for what to do next, until it occurs to him that a relationship with his fiery (and hot) Gryffindor colleague might not burn out so quickly—if he can just convince Harry to try it.

📻 Into the Unknown [M, 4.5k] 🖋️ Author: @drarrelie

🎵 Summary: It’s been echoing within him for months, like an annoying song that gets stuck in your head and refuses to let go. A nagging feeling in his core, telling him to say something, to do something, to go somewhere. Last night it finally happened. He did it. And it felt good; right. “I can’t be sure.” Four words, easy as that. It had been almost impossible to smother the sudden burst of joy rushing through him as that deep-seated urge rejoiced his unexpected act of rebellion. You’d think the Dark Lord’s punishment would’ve taken the exhilaration out of him, but no. Here he is, countless Crucios later, beaten and bruised, and never has the voice sounded this clear. He’s said something. He’s done something. And now he just has to go somewhere. He has no idea where, but he’s certain it will come to him. All he has to do is get out of here, then trust magic to do the rest.

📻 Home is What We Make of It [M, 20.3k] 🖋️ Author: @monsieur-hadrien

🎵 Summary: "There was a blistering draft from the child’s bedroom on the opposite side of the hallway. The door’s handle was icy to the touch as she wrapped her hand around the metal. Unlike the rest of the house, the door gave her resistance in her effort to open it. Unlike the rest of the house, when she opened the door, she couldn’t imagine anyone ever living there. Unlike the rest of the house, there was neither love nor warmth nor any semblance of life that seeped from the rest of the house’s walls. It was cold and hard and chilled her to her bones. She shivered. However, her sense of dread was not just from the cold. Perhaps it was the gaping hole in the wall." Harry and Draco want to start a family, but time loves parallels.

📻 Move, move [M, 9k] 🖋️ Author: @maesterchill

🎵 Summary: She grabbed Harry’s hand, slipping something small into it and pressing his fingers around it. “Dilectio. It’ll cheer you up. Make you feel like dancing.” Harry gaped at her. Drugs. Ginny’s fucking giving me drugs? At Stasis nightclub Ginny does indeed give Harry drugs. But it's all good: Malfoy looks after Harry, and Harry grapples with newfound enlightenments, not to mention a newfound fascination with all things Malfoy—one which persists, even when he finds out what Malfoy's up to.

📻 Euphoria [E, 66k] 🖋️ Author: @iero0

🎵 Summary: Driven by trauma, Harry cuts ties with friends and family. From crowded nightclubs and enthralling live shows, Harry finds himself stumbling into a superficial world where he's lonelier than ever. When even the constant blithe of substance-induced highs can't prevent things from becoming what he ran away from, Draco Malfoy finds Harry. Draco, who’s wearing Muggle jeans and who’s listening to Muggle music and who suggests having a nice little chat on mephedrone. And whose nose crumples beautifully when he laughs. Or: A story about Harry trying to cope with the help of drugs until he finds a new addiction. Draco likes to mend things.

📻 Your House [E, 2.9k] 🖋️ Author: @tontonguetonks

🎵 Summary: Draco tries to serve Harry divorce papers, but Harry isn't home.

📻 Misery Loves Company [E, 22.9k] 🖋️ Author: vivi1138 / @penguinanimagus

🎵 Summary: Stuck in his own head, misunderstood and lonely, Harry would love nothing more than to stay hidden in Grimmauld Place until the end of time. Malfoy won’t let him, and that's just what Harry needs.

📻 You Sexy Thing [E, 10.6k] 🖋️ Author: shortie990

🎵 Summary: As Harry began to tap his foot along to the music, the lights flashed like lightning in the middle of a summer storm, and his eye went straight to the middle of the dance floor. His eyes zoomed in on Draco. The blond looked striking as he moved his slender hips to the soulful beat. Harry watched, captivated as he pressed himself up to Pansy and began to sing to the song.

📻 A Love Story of Less-Than-Epic Proportions [E, 39k] 🖋️ Author: InnerLilith

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco are just friends. Sure, they work together, and live together, and go to gigs together, and do pretty much everything else together—so what? That’s just what friends do. And Harry has no interest in messing with their friendship. He certainly doesn’t need everyone else constantly meddling, pestering them to just get on with it and get together already. He’s having a hard enough time as it is, trying to come to terms with the fact that he probably isn’t ever going to find love. But who needs love, anyways, when you’ve got a best friend?

📻 Cup of tea, Love? [E, 15.1k] 🖋️ Author: shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony

🎵 Summary: Things between them are easy, so much easier than Harry expected. The problem is the outside world, which grows increasingly and ridiculously difficult. “We could leave,” Draco suggests. Harry has always wanted to travel.

📻 holemate [E, 18.9k] 🖋️ Author: @vukovich

🎵 Summary: 'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates So where do we begin? I can finally see you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?

📻 Home is Wherever I’m With You [Gen, 2.6k] 🖋️ Author: persephoneapple

🎵 Summary: Harry plans on proposing to Draco tonight, but it takes a Prophet article and a conversation between Draco and Pansy to realise how much Draco means to him.

📻 When the remembering is done [E, 24.8k] 🖋️ Author: Sassy3 / @sassy-sassy3

🎵 Summary: “–and we’ll make sure that you can stay at home as long as possible before it will be too hard to manage,” Potter finished. Draco could only blink, trying to make sense of the words he had heard before and after he zoned out. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry, Potter. Why wouldn’t she be able to live at home?” Draco Malfoy leads a quiet life. Sure, he doesn’t really like his job, and he never imagined he’d have to move back in with his parents at the manor, but at least he has his lovely son Scorpius to dote on. The only problem is that it gets… a bit lonely. But when his mother starts behaving strange and forgetful, he finds himself in need of help from the one person he never reconciled with after the war.

📻 If you smile at me again, I may do something stupid [M, 6.9k] 🖋️ Author: @emilattes

🎵 Summary: Draco made his peace with Harry Potter and their failed relationship two years ago. He's happy with his new boyfriend, but when Harry becomes the man Draco needed him to be, he finds it's much harder to ignore their history.

📻 smoke break [E, 4.3k] 🖋️ Author: saltwatergarden / @talkingtravesties

🎵 Summary: The first few times, they hovered a bit; Draco offered wine and they sat there and sipped and made small talk, until finally Potter would snap and say, “this is stupid,” and reach out to pull Draco into a kiss. After a while, they fell into a rhythm. Sometimes Potter would be in a rush, and he’d just throw himself at Draco the second he was through the door. Other times, he seemed intent on torturing Draco with his slow and teasing kisses. Potter rarely stayed the night, typically Flooing home after they were done, and they never went out, or, for that matter, met at Potter’s place. Draco was very aware of what he was to Potter—a convenience—and despite his pride, he accepted it, because he knew it was the most he was ever going to get from Potter, and far more than he deserved.

📻 4th Day of the New Show [M, 6.2k] 🖋️ Author: @meandminniemcg

🎵 Summary: Lucius, freshly released from Azkaban, shows up at Draco's show. And Harry has been nervous all day. How does Draco handle the situation?

📻 I Want More? [E, 10.7k] 🖋️ Author: @drarryismymuse

🎵 Summary: Draco had successfully avoided British wizarding society for eight years, until necessity drove him to attend a swanky Ministry event. A chance encounter at that event sparks a passionate affair that just might change the course of Draco’s entire life.

📻 Until It All Comes Undone [E, 38.5k] 🖋️ Author: @mystickitten42

🎵 Summary: Following his confrontation with Voldemort, Harry returns from King’s Cross Station completely changed. He wakes up at Privet Drive with no memory of his past, the war or magic. Petunia, widowed and suffering from empty nest syndrome, is only too happy to turn Harry into Dudley 2.0. But something’s not quite right. Plagued by recurring nightmares, Harry can’t help but feel something is missing. A bottle of his cousin’s LSD helps him to forget his worries… Magic may not be real, but the hallucinations and the hot blond he meets all feel pretty magical to Harry. Having turned his back on his family, Draco is determined to start over and do the right thing. But he’s never made good decisions when it comes to Harry Potter. When Potter—presumed dead, but very much alive—unexpectedly returns, Draco will do anything for a second chance. Even if it means pretending not to know who he is…

📻 When the Day Met the Night [M, 5.7k] 🖋️ Author: Albuss

🎵 Summary: When the day met the night, all was golden in the sky. In the middle of summer. The Battle of Hogwarts is through, and Harry, somehow, isn't. Draco isn't either. In rebellion against all they have endured, the two embark on a summer of adventure, seeking an ember of hope in the darkness. What they find is unforgettable.

📻 Born to Drown [M, 3.2k] 🖋️ Author: @floydig

🎵 Summary: Draco drives a Knight Bus in the slums of Paris. Sometimes his passengers remind him of Harry. But Harry left years ago. Now, Harry is married to Ginny, and Draco drives a bus. You laugh. “Sorry, I don't know why I’m laughing. It’s really not funny—your dad being dead and shrivelled.” “Fuck off.” I turn to face you. Your eyes are red, your pupils almost blown. Your skin is grey-tinged and sallow, and you're not the one who’s dead. “Merlin, Potter,” I say, hoarse. “How much bloody Dreamless did you shoot up this time?” “Enough for me to live.” You grin wide. “You want me to be alive, don’t you?” Your raw-bitten lips, your chipped teeth, your fucking mouth. I hate all of them, but really I don’t.

📻 Stop And Stare [T, 36.5k] 🖋️ Author: devilishcries

🎵 Summary: After surviving your everyday war-torn childhood, Harry had found a constant rhythm to his life. The thing is, he didn't quite like it. It was repetitive, dull, and he badly wanted to switch it up. So, when he stumbled upon Draco Malfoy on the verge of committing arson in a muggle library, he proposed a deal neither could refuse. (Well, Malfoy was desperately trying to refuse it. But that wasn't the point!) What he failed to factor in was how pretty Malfoy's hands were. One thing led to another, and suddenly, he was obsessed with the idea of holding them.

📻 Wicked Game [E, 20.9k] 🖋️ Author: @cassiopeiasshadow

🎵 Summary: Harry and Draco fall into a spring that allows them to enter into each other’s dreams - but Harry doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, not at first. Why does he keep seeing Draco having kinky sex with a dream version of Harry? And furthermore, why does he like it? Morpheus’ tail twitched irritably. “I warned you away from the poppies. The blame lies with you.” “Me? Potter’s to blame for this, he’s the one who dragged me out to this miserable -” “You would do well not to insult the home of those whom you ask for help,” said Morpheus coolly, though Harry saw a bit of detached amusement in his expression. Malfoy had no self awareness. It’s adorable how stupid he is, Harry thought, and then caught himself thinking Malfoy was adorable and became deeply troubled. “I’m…” Malfoy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Sorry. Please - I need advice. I can’t keep him out of my dreams.”

📻 Dedication and Desperation [T, 6.1k] 🖋️ Author: meditationsinemergencies / @meditationswrites

🎵 Summary: Diagnosed with a rare and serious illness, Draco has mostly given up until Harry comes to visit.

📻 Famous [E, 23.9k] 🖋️ Author: fwooshy / @fw00shy

🎵 Summary: It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models. Harry is in the mood for...messy. And Draco Malfoy's looking like a walking disaster in the making.

📻 stitched and sewn [E, 7.9k] 🖋️ Author: @wheezykat

🎵 Summary: Harry shudders, fingertips pulsing against Draco’s thighs. He can feel the sharp, metal edge of Harry’s wedding band digging into his flesh, knows he’ll have a bruise there in the morning, a small imperfection that only he’d be able to see. It’s one of the only marks he’ll vanish, not wanting to think about its implications; the rest he’ll keep for himself. Slowly, Harry relaxes, shoulders sinking, breaths changing their cadence to a new tempo. Resigned, surrendered to this dance they do.

📻 Watch the Castles Burn [E, 21.3k] 🖋️ Author: @moonflower-rose

🎵 Summary: Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Modern Love [E, 61k, 5h29m] 🎙️ Podficcer: @lastontheboat 🖋️ Author: tackytiger

🎵 tackytiger’s original summary: Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

📻 [Podfic] How Can I Live Without You? [Gen, 2.2k, 15min 29sec] 🎙️ Podficcer: Static_Whisper 🖋️ Author: ununquadius

🎵 ununquadius’ original summary: After Draco's death, Harry wonders how can he live without the one he loves when he's so far away.

📻 [Podfic] Keep Holding On [M, 33.3k, 3hrs 37min] 🎙️ Podficcer: @thunder-of-dragons 🖋️ Author: gnarf

🎵 gnarf’s original summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

📻 [Podfic] Kill, Fuck, Marry [E, 12.7k, 1:27:55] 🎙️ Podficcer: @timothysboxers 🖋️ Author: lettersbyelise

🎵 lettersbyelise’s original summary: Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.” Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

📻 [Podfic] You Still Look Like a Movie / You Still Sound Like a Song [T, 3.2k, 19:43 min] 🎙️ Podficcer: bluedreaming / @blue--dreaming 🖋️ Author: shilo1364

🎵 shilo1364’s original summary: Harry Potter doesn't want to attend his ten-year Hogwarts Reunion Ball. He doesn't want to dance. And he *definitely* doesn't want to remember his former lover, Draco Malfoy. Of course, his life has never really been dictated by what he wants.

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i've noticed that clare uses a lot of angel metaphors/similes in her writing but often times they are overused and don't make sense. i was reading chain of gold recently and found that matthew's face was described as looking like a "dissipated angel's." i don't know what this means and it does nothing to describe his appearance or even his facial expression. i also remember reading about a character who was described as looking like a michelangelo statue or something? the metaphor to the statue was very sudden and very out of place, just "he looked like [name of statue]" in the middle of the paragraph and i think the author was trying to be flowery and descriptive but it just made it seem overwritten and random, and comparing a character to a statue doesn't tell me anything about their appearance anyway. jace and sebastian were described numerous times as "bad angel boy" or "golden angel boy" in TMI, which got very repetitive very fast. clare often uses these comparisons on the characters she favours but doesn't do so for the characters she pushes to the sidelines - in chain of gold there were very many angel comparisons for james and matthew but none for christopher or thomas, which made it obvious which characters she preferred, as the former two were often in the center of the story whereas we didn't spend as much time with the latter two

So. Many. Also constant reminders of the angelic heritage of the Nephilim and angelic magic and the Angel and the angels and the angel blood. Rinse and repeat. There’s a lot of smiling like angels, looking like avenging angels (Jace and Julian especially), angel boys (yuck), and oddly specifically at least two references to Caravaggio’s paintings in the series. So I just had to:

CITY OF BONES

In the faint light she looked half-transparent, bleached of color, wrapped in white like an angel.

Isabelle

He looked like a fair-haired angel from a Rembrandt painting, except for that devilish mouth.

Jace

Her sketchpad, open to the drawing she’d been doing, the one of Jace with angel wings.

Counting this in because Jace = Angel

CITY OF ASHES

Jace had stood stiff and awkward by the bed, his face like a painted angel’s, with blank indifferent eyes.

This adds nothing to Jace's demeanor.

He really did look like an avenging angel getting ready to dispatch divine justice from on high, as the Shadowhunters were meant to do.

Jace. Avenging Angels score 1 point.

You may look like an angel, Jonathan Morgenstern, but I know exactly what you are.

Jace.

Standing between two of the burning candelabras, their light casting a pale gold overlay onto his hair and skin, he looked like a painting of an angel.

Jace.

CITY OF GLASS

Angels were walking on the glass—angels with white wings that hung bloodied and broken from their backs, and each of them had Jace’s face. And then there were other angels, with wings of black shadow, and they touched their hands to the fire and laughed...

Clary being high on Lake Lyn and imagining Angels = Jace

Isabelle’s whip came alive in her hand like the flaming sword of an avenging angel; she launched herself forward, her whip slashing down across the demon’s back.

Isabelle's whip scores another point for Avenging Angels (2).

Sebastian had come to a stop now, just in front of Jace, and was smiling like an angel.

Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (1)

Clary couldn’t blame him—it was hard to look at Sebastian, at his angelic smile, and imagine he could say these things.

Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (2)

Jace, Clary thought, on the other hand, all in white, looked like an angel. Albeit one of the avenging kind.”

Avenging Angels (3)

He looked barely fourteen as he climbed the stairs, his thin face calm and angelic, like a choirboy mounting the steps to the chancel.

Raphael.

“What did you get for your ninth birthday, little angel boy? A cookie?”

Angel Boy 1 (and cringe)

His hair was a white halo; he looked like the sort of bad angel who might have followed Lucifer out of heaven.

Sebastian.

“Little angel boy,” he said. “You’re a fool, aren’t you—just like my father always said.”

Angel boy 2 (and double cringe)

“You’re the angel boy. I had to hear all about you. You with your pretty angel face and your pretty manners and your delicate, delicate feelings."

Sebastian to Jace. Angel Boy (3)

Jace’s face was calm, the face of an angel dispatching divine justice.

CITY OF FALLEN ANGELS

She’d seen Jace do it, and he looked like a falling angel while he did, flying through the air, whirling and spinning with beautiful, balletic grace.

Jace = Angel

“Max smiled like an angel as Jace turned the knife toward himself, blade inward.”

Jace’s nightmare: Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (3)

CITY OF LOST SOULS

“Oh, yes, I was going to ask.” He smiled like an angel. “Is everyone looking for me?”

Jace: Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (4)

He still had the face of a little boy angel, though his gaze as he regarded Simon was cold.

Raphael. I’’m counting this as Angel Boy (4).

Shaking her hair out of her face, she carefully drew the Fortis rune at the juncture of shoulder blade and back, just where, if he were an angel, he would have wings.

Clary draws a rune on Jace who = Angel

”Come along, angel girl.” He held out his hand.

Sebastian to Clary. Yuck. And you thought this was going to be limited to angel boys? Oh nay nay.

“As for the angel boy, he will be the last of his kind to die.”

Some demons talking about Jace: Angel Boy (5)

He let his arms fall to either side of him, outstretched like wings, a broken angel, fallen out of the sky.

Sebastian = Fallen angel (because he is part demon ;D)

She thrust her arm forward to take it, and in that moment she was no longer Clary, his friend since childhood, but a Shadowhunter, an avenging angel who belonged with that sword in her hand.

Simon about Clary: Avenging Angels (4)

CITY OF HEAVENLY FIRE

“You are making a mistake,” he said, “talking to me like this, angel boy.”

Sebastian to Jace: Angel Boy (6)

“I can feel the fire of Heaven in your veins, angel boy, burning under the skin,” he said.

Again Sebastian to Jace: Angel boy (7). You really need to let this word combination go.

“Jace, no,” Alec said, but his voice was drowned by the clamor that ran through the room, voices rising like smoke and curling up toward the ceiling, and Jace stood calmly, with his hands out, showing he had no weapons, his hair shining under the light of the runes. A sacrificial angel.

Jace = Angel

“You cannot win,” Matthias said finally, and Jace laughed, that sharp acerbic laugh Clary had first fallen in love with. Not a sacrificial angel, she thought, but an avenging one, all gold and blood and fire, confident even in the face of defeat.

Wait, scratch that. Avenging Angels (5). Also, who the hell was Matthias?

“The vampire had killed all his friends. I don’t know why he Turned Raphael instead. He saw something in him. Will, strength, beauty. I don’t know. He was a child when I found him, a Caravaggio angel painted in blood.”

Magnus to Luke.

The stars were coruscating, reflecting the fire back, red and gold and blue and orange. It was as beautiful and terrible as an angel.

The sight Jocelyn sees.

Never had Jace looked so much like an avenging angel, hurtling through cloud and fire.

I assure you, Jace has looked like an avenging angel at least three times by now. Avenging Angels (6).

“We have to show them,” he said, and his face was as immovable as an angel pronouncing a sentencing. “That we are unified. Prove yourself, Clarissa.”

Sebastian asking Clary to kiss him. What the fuck.

“Indeed it is,” said Asmodeus. “For none of you caught a Prince of Hell in his place of power; not even you, Jace Herondale, child of angels, or you, Clarissa Fairchild, with your tricks and runes.”

Aren’t they all?

“He smiled at Jocelyn like an angel, and then went over to the piano.”

Jace. Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (4)

CLOCKWORK ANGEL

“Look at him. The face of a bad angel and eyes like the night sky in Hell. He’s very pretty, and vampires like that. I can’t say I mind either.” Magnus grinned.

About Will.

CLOCKWORK PRINCE

He had the ethereal look of angels in paintings, and though she knew that the silvery color of his hair and skin was a result of the medicine he took for his illness, she couldn’t help finding it lovely too.

Sophie about Jem.

His eyes were bluer than blue, his cheeks flushed, his features angelic.”

Bluer than blue. Roger that. (Will)

CLOCKWORK PRINCESS

“Have you been reading her letters?” Sophie looked furious, like some sort of avenging angel, lamp in hand.

This is hands down the best one. Avenging Angels (7)

LADY MIDNIGHT

Only he looked at Mark sometimes, when the others called him Nephilim and Shadow-spawn and angel-boy and other names much worse.

What could be worse than having to read “angel boy” (8) over and over again. This time with a hyphen.

After her came Emma. He registered her dress, but barely—that it was pale ivory, that it floated around her like angel wings.

Emma is like an angel

LORD OF SHADOWS

Evelyn looked irritably from Julian to Tavvy, who smiled angelically at her, showing off his dimples.

Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (5)

Julian didn’t move. He stared icily down at the faerie. He looked like a statue of an avenging angel, something blank and pitiless.

Avenging Angels (8)

QUEEN OF AIR AND DARKNESS

Julian had always been rebellious at heart, but rarely openly. He smiled like an angel and said, “Why don’t you just tell us what you want?”

Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (6)

His eyes were closed, perfect half circles fringed with silvery lashes. He looked innocent, angelic.”

Ash.

Emma had always thought that Raphael, who had made his famous sacrifice to save Magnus Bane’s life, had an angelic face.

Simon and Magnus would agree.

She felt almost dizzy with it, as if she were rising above Zara to an immense height—looking down at her with the indifference of an avenging angel, a being of light gifted with power so great it had rendered them nearly inhuman.”

Emma adding for Avenging Angels (9)

Then Horace and Zara had come into the frame, striding across the grass, and because of the size of the Projection and the angle, they had looked like angels striding across the sky.

This is a bit different, because it is supposed to sort of “ridicule” their self-importance, not that they are awe-inspiring.

Emma whirled; Julian was behind her, the gleaming Mortal Sword in his hand. There was blood on him, and a bruise on his cheek, but with Maellartach in his hand he looked like an avenging angel.

Avenging Angels (10)

Expressionless as a statue of an avenging angel, Emma reached down and swept Jace out of the way.”

True Nephilim Emma: Avenging Angels (11)

They lay with their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, like angels who had fallen from heaven and now slept peacefully upon the earth again.

Emma and Julian after returning back to human form.

And when they caught alight at last, neither able to wait a moment longer, they were one person. They were incandescent as angels.

Emma and Julian having sex.

The Jace she knew had been beautiful as angels were beautiful: this Jace was older, haggard.”

About Janus. Jace = Angel

THE RED SCROLLS OF MAGIC

Magnus looked at the severe lines of his face and thought of the relentlessness of angels.

Alec.

THE LOST BOOK OF THE WHITE

Nothing besides that Alec is an “angelic warrior” that is afraid of spiders. Are surprised though?

GHOSTS OF THE SHADOW MARKET

Jonathan Wayland, the child who fought like a warrior angel, looked intrigued.

Jace.

Sebastian and Janus both leaned forward, Janus sick with a pain he did not understand and Sebastian smiling like a guardian angel.

Smiling like an angel/Angelic smile (7)

CHAIN OF GOLD

Now he was a well-built young man, his hair darkened to bronze, with a face like a dissipated angel.

Matthew. Dissipated i.e. overindulgent in sensual pleasures? Angels like that? What? And you’re right, this tells us nothing how his face looks.

CHAIN OF IRON

He looked like an angel painted by Caravaggio and sugar-dusted with snow.

Matthew. I kind of hate how I have to go and google Caravaggio’s paintings of angels because Clare rather does not describe Matthew with her own words.

He tipped his head back to smile at Risa like a Botticelli angel.

Matthew.

He was so beautiful, so awfully, terribly beautiful, like a marble carving of an angel—but no carving had such dark, tumbling hair, such secretive eyes.

Jesse who I constantly forget.

Such variety, truly.

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