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thesharktanksdriver · 11 days ago

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Devils may love?: thirst for connection, tearful goodbyes and trying despite the odds

Here’s part 2 by popular demand! I’m gonna start writing dmc1 soon and I shall be making a masterlist for this. Btw, comment if you’d like to added to a tag list or comment to give me ur opinions because I shall very much appreciate it and I love answering questions or geeking out over stuff especially with dmc now lol.

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Your not sure how your still alive

At this point its illogical

Vergil has the amulet and knows Dante will come after him no matter if he even has you alive anymore

So why are you still alive currently?

Not that your complaining per say but your severely confused

Even that Arkham guy seems to be thinking it as well

Speaking of which the more you look at him the more familiar he looks

You can’t quite place it though

But it’s something with his face that’s familiar

Well it’s something you’d rather not think to hard about when the guy is stabbed in front of you by Vergil

If your opinion of Arkham was bad before hearing he literally sacrificed his wife to become powerful or something certainly made you internally cheer as he fell to the floor

Blood pooling around him as Vergil remarks he has no use for the man anymore

And yet

“Keep moving, lest I have to carry you again”

It stirs you from your thoughts as the twin looks at you

Wordlessly you nod, stepping past arkhams body

When Vergil turns he doesn’t see you drip your foot in the man’s blood

Intentionally leaving a trail for Dante to find

“If….if you killed him can you kill the jester next?”

Whatever Vergil expected you to say it seems like that wasn’t what he thought

Though you hope your unpredictability is seemingly a factor keeping you alive

“Jester?” He scoffs “you mean my brother?”

At that you can’t help but raise and eyebrow “no, I mean the weird ass jester demon. The one with the long nose, and annoying penchant for appearing out of nowhere. Have you not had to deal with his annoying nagging yet?”

“Evidently no since if I had we wouldn’t be having this conversation”

“Fair. restrains or no restrains though, I will be finding out a way to curb stomp him if he pops out of nowhere again”

“You’re a human. If he’s a demon your too weak to kill him let alone make a dent”

You shrug at that “I might be nothing more than an insect to him…but it doesn’t hurt to at least try. That’s all we can ever really do anyways. Keep trying even if it’s meaningless because there’s nothing else we can do. It’s what I do anyways. Things get hard, parents kick you to the curb yelling to never come back unless you decide to give up your “useless” dreams and everything looks like shit” pausing for a moment you can’t help but smile “keep trying even though every job turns you away and you have to drop out of school to try and get a full time job to afford a roof over your head and food…and despite it all you find a sketchy job advertisement for a business without a proper name yet and somehow end up with the most obnoxious idiot with a heart of gold as your boss who annoyingly calls you “honeypie”. And even if his family drama gets you wrapped up in getting kidnapped and brought to a demon tower, you keep trying even when the situation is against you. Because maybe that’s all you have”

Vergil stays silent after that, just ends up tugging you closer as he leads you to wherever he’s headed

Somehow trauma dumping on him was kinda reliving even if he would probably kill you later

Best get shit off your chest than leave it bubbling in you

A trail of red follows behind you for your red coat idiot to hopefully find you

Fortunately if you did make it out of the your now a pro at washing out blood so your shoes would probably be ok

Walking closely behind Vergil the two of you enter a large chamber

Carved stone and a chiseled floor lead to the centre of the room

And at that centre was a circular basin?

Your not really sure how to describe it

Or this place in general

The tower was old, that was certain with its general architecture and material wise

But walking though the place there was also an odd sense of foreign technological aspects to it

It was definitely too advanced for humans especially at the time it seemed like it was erected 2000 years back or so

So with that logic it was likely demonic related

Which made sense considering the purpose of the tower in the first place

A thrumming sound echos before that of heavy footsteps that makes you turn around just as Vergil does

A demon, a big looking one as well that walked on all 4

“I found you, seed of Sparda!. I told you that I remembered your rancid scent! No matter where you run to. You can never hide from me! And what’s this? A human pest as well?” It walks forward, bloody red eyes bleeding out as a singular curved horn tilted along with its head movements.

Before you have much time to react its claw comes down towards you and Vergil, but the blue half-demon pushed you back as he jumped to eliminate his threat

You watched him fight Dante atop the tower and seen his cut down smaller demons on the way here, but seeing him fight truly was something

Clean slices compared to Dante’s showy flare

Landing atop the demon as it crumbled beneath his feet

“Y-you are not the one I faced before…but this smell…there are two of them! That excrement of Sparda had two sons!”

“Yeah bud, you didn’t figure that out by looking at him. He didn’t just change wardrobe-“

A clink of a sword and its head splits leaving a gushing waterfall of blood to spill onto the ground

Vergil flips off its back, now back to your side

A glow emits from the body, blue and blinding

Vergil extends out a hand and it pulls itself to him

Seemingly absorbing it a pair of gauntlets and boots that keep their blinding glow

You can only watch what happens next

Vergil shows off and kinda plays? With his new weapons??? Like Dante does???

He kicks around the demons corpse and shows off his new gear

All while you watch dumbfounded

You also swear he’s watching your reaction?

Getting a small flicker of pride after another show of moves?

Was this like…a fear tactic or something?

A threat to keep you in line and not to run?

Because you already weren’t going to do that

Not when demons crawled around and every corner and for some reason he still needed you alive and eliminated them

Why would you leave when at least for now he was your reluctant bodyguard?

A spray of feathers waft around in the air and cascade down around you as Vergil watches your reaction

Yet again for something?

His brow twitches and his near permanent scowl returns, maybe you didn’t look afraid enough?

Two perfect halves of a beautiful red stone combine to make one

Two remnants of a mother lost come together in the worse way possible

Blood rains down the ceiling into a small pool in the middle of the circular room

You and Vergil watch with anticipation

Gritting your teeth waiting for something

Anything big to happen

And yet nothing

You wait for a solid minute with the very quickly becoming agitated Vergil

And nothing

The irritation and anger rolling off him is palpable in waves that rivalled tsunamis

You smartly make the decision to try and take a few precautionary steps away

Especially as he mutters to himself if maybe more blood was needed

You take a particularly large step away at that comment

Shit, maybe while he was in this mindset you could slip away

Dante was surely not too far behind-

An arm slides itself in a familiar manner across your shoulders

Nearly instantly making your stress melt away as red leather and the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, gunpowder and cheap cologne invade your senses

You’d never thought you’d be this happy to smell Dante’s disgusting ass work Oder

Something that he knew got on your nerves when he got back from a job and would chase you around trying to give you a big hug

Just so you could smell the disgusting mix of scents under the excuse of “come here and give me some sugar, i missed you honeypie. Oh how the hours dragged on and on from my departure-“

Every time he did it you had half the mind to choke him out but instead you alternated to spritzing him with water like a cat

It worked surpassingly well

He even ended up hissing sometimes like a disgruntled cat, though you assumed that was either his inhuman traits peaking out or him playing along with the bit

The ropes that rubbed so uncomfortably against your wrists the entire time that it slowly became a numbing pain

It’s notable though when the rope is cut and falling to the floor with a small thud

Allowing you to see the redness of chaffed skin that would probably blister

Before Dante addresses his brother he seems to take a careful moment to look you over

Blue eyes tracing your body though not with his usual joking flirtatious edge

This time it’s worry

Anxiety that looks too foreign to be on his overly confident face

You step behind him when the two begin a verbal exchange

A verbal exchange that once more become psychical while you watch again from the sidelines

Mentally halfway through you kinda check out from the exhaustion

It’s been a way too long…however many hours you’d been stuck here

To be fair you had better things to worry about like survival than trying to figure out just how long you’d been kidnapped

And then an unfamiliar shot rings out

Not from ebony or ivory

But instead a new smoking barrel from a familiar face beside you

Two toned eyes stare at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion

Holy shit-

“Mary?! The hell are you doing here?!?”

“We’ll talk later.” She briefly looks at you but then directs her angered gaze to Vergil “You force my father into this and kidnap my friend?!”

she joins the fray despite being told off by Dante

Joining in on the battle with a certain rage in her eyes

Two toned eyes that you now realize were the same as Arkham’s

You think you now get why she talked about her mom and not her creepy ass dad

Wait that means that means her mom was-

Clapping then rings out

The familiar grating voice of the jester filling the stone chamber

His annoying voice mocking Mary and then Vergil as he makes quick work of the two

And in the brightly coloured demons place once more is Arkham

Keeping up the creepy performance before changing back to the jester and slamming her face into the ground

You yell out for her, wanting to race over but Dante holds you back

A look in his eyes that makes you pause

exhaustion that rivalled your own

He’s been fighting whatever was thrown at him up to this point

Stabbed, impaled, clawed, shot at and everything else your mind can picture

Not to mention him just duking it out with Vergil moments before the clowns arrival

As the long nosed bastard pointed out, their both weak

Something even more apparent as he then curb stomps Dante into the ground

The impact of which sends you flying to the floor like everyone else in the room

He switches back to the bald bastard

Explaining why it didn’t work despite the two halves of the amulet and some sort of blood of Sparda

Apparently they needed the blood of a priestess just as Sparta did to seal off the demon world

Something that is then quickly remedied with the bastard stabbing his own daughter in the leg to obtain it

Because she had the blood of that sacrificed priestess, due to her being that woman’s descendant

Red streams through the small canals in the floor of the room to the centre

Pooling like a ruby lake

He monologues more as the jester about his plan of making sure everyone duked it out

Then turning to you with a yellowed grin

Apparently he kept you around as an entertainment factor but grew tired of how Vergil kept you alive for some reason

Something he chides the half demon for

But he’s tired of you

The one rogue misstep in his elaborate scheme

Something he was going to make quick work of correcting if not for the 3 others in the room getting the jump on him

But a red glow fills the room

A platform rises and he ascends as everything shifts

He kicks the others off the stage but you

Leaving you clinging to consciousness as it ascends

You reach out a hand with blurred vision hoping for anyone to grab it

At the top of the tower Arkham boasts of becoming the new god of this world

Statues surround the circular platform as he struts around

But not before giving you a good kick in the gut

The strength of which sends you rolling across and hitting the pole that begins a mechanism to pull up several bells

Bells you’d once thought to be statues

Looking behind you see city lights twinkle like stars dotting the night sky

Clouds circling around

How you haven’t yet died from the oxygen being thin is beyond you but you attribute it to either demon nonsense or adrenaline pushing you past average the human limit

Maybe both

Blood spills out your mouth in painful coughs

Of course he had to aim for the lungs

And while you cough he says you should be grateful

Grateful to see the new god of this world before he ends your existence

Grateful you get to be the first sacrifice of many

Grateful he’ll do it in front of Dante to give you a chance to say goodbye

What an ass

The sky shifts as he names the seven deadly sins

A hellish portal opening up above and letting red aura flow down into him

Surrounding him as the wind howls and demon screeches join in a symphony

He begins to float and your left to cling to the support holding the bell

His laugh echoing out as he ascends

It makes your stomach curdle

Doesn’t help afterwards that you begin to follow him upwards as well

You nearly puke

Son of a bitch-

The demon world isn’t what you expect it to look like

Less fire and brimstone with the scent of rotten eggs and smoke

But more like weird impressionist painting of jutting stone, flowing water, diamond-like sky and purple

Just purple

Blue and red

A irony not lost on you

It would’ve made you laugh in a mixture of hysteria and dread if you weren’t 90% sure that his kick earlier broke a rib and it was currently jabbing slightly into your lung

Something even more apparent when you drop down and land harshly on a jutting slab of stone

Talk about a rough landing

And rough time for your lung because that rib has definitely now punctured it a bit more

Dear god if you survive this your hospital bills were gonna be abysmal

Arkham stands not far away in the form of some sort of demon

Large imposing horns and insect-like wings

He monologues about how this was Sparda’s true form

It explains why Dante who just joined the show seems less than amused at the spectacle

Even having the nerve to call him a backed up toilet

That gets a laugh from you, a laugh you regret a moment later when you nearly cough up a lung

Damn your hysteria making stupid decisions

And damn Dante for actually being funny for once

The fight between them is a blur once more

Clashes of swords

Yada yada

Your vision is getting a bit more blurry than you’d like to think about

Black dots appearing at the edges of your sight

But you find the will to stand

To get up

To try

Because what else can you do beside laying there

This entire time you couldn’t do anything but be a punching bag, hostage, potential therapist and yelling for Dante

If you were gonna die you might as well die trying

You get up just in time to see the fucked up copy of dante’s dad melt away into some amorphous blob of spasming shape

Purple and glowing

And plain ugly and kinda more pathetic than anything

This is what he spent years obsessing over

What he scarified his wife for

What he nearly killed his daughter for

God you hated this guy more than anything right now and all you wanted was to see him die

And by god would you try to kill that fucking clown if it was the last thing you’d do

“Dante! Got any spare guns?”

Briefly turning away from his fight with the blob he sends you a smirk “Sure thing honeypie! Curtesy of lady!”

He throws you the weapon you’d seen Mary with earlier, some sort of canon. Her blood still stains the bayonetta in which Arkham stabbed her in the leg with, a reminder of who’s place your also fighting for “this one time I’ll let that slip! Don’t think it’ll happen again though you ass!”

With Dante taking an up close and personal approach it distracts Arkham from you

Too occupied clearing the bigger threat than the sniper

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t messing him up

You aim with your admittedly unsteady vision when he’s about to get a hit on Dante

Distracting him enough for the red coat devil to evade and get a hit in

Dante can’t help but make a few quips here and there

Somehow finding ways to make even the shitiest of situations the butt of the joke

It was perhaps his greatest talent

And perhaps his greatest cooping mechanism

Though beside trauma responses you’d 100% agree the complete joke of what was Arkham

The punchline though is when Vergil arrives just in time

Putting aside even his weird rivalry with Dante to beat arkhams ass

Though not enough to not talk about retrieving his rightful power

Baby steps?

Well whatever it’s something you guess

At least he isn’t stabbing Dante again and hurtling down into hell with you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

The two work together nearly seamlessly to take him down

Stabbing into the blob that is Arkham as you shot yet another shot at him

All this combines in making him flail around

The twins push their respective swords through him to the others side

Either grabbing the others sword

Hacking and slashing once more at the pathetic excuse for something that was once a man

With only a shot left you line up a your final shot despite how shaky your body is

Waiting at the right moment as the twins of Sparda slice at him once more

And you pull the trigger

Sending yet another explosive shot at him

He screams out

Dange pulls out ebony and ivory, spinning them before looking briefly over his shoulder to send you a smirk

It gives Arkham enough time to send ebony out his hand though luckily Vergil takes it

Sending his brother an unimpressed look

But still sending the briefest of glances your way for a split moment

A smirk on his face as well no matter how minuscule it was

“I’ll try it your way for once”

“Remember what what we used to say?”

“DoNt dO iT”

“Do it!”

Vergil crosses ebony over ivory, you see both twins smirk

“Jackpot”

The bullets swirl around one another like ribbons

Creating a blinding light as they collide into Arkham

His final words once more about having the power of Sparda

He dies like a pathetic loser, shocking really

The man who obsessed over a dead guy for years, sacrificed his wife and attempted to kill his daughter died as a pathetic blob

You have to agree with Vergils dry remark of his final words not being classy

It gets a chuckle from you as you scale down the stone debris while ebony is tossed back to Dante

The odd spirit water surges around your ankles as Arkham melts away

Becoming nothing in the end, a fitting fate for someone like him

Above a gaping hole where the water pours into The two amulets and a sword fall into a abyss that both of them jump into

But not before Vergil grabs you to drag you in with him

Again

“Motherfucker again?!? Come on-“

The moment Vergil’s feet splash on solid ground your let go off and fall very not so gracefully to the ground

He runs to the sword before Dante can get it

Pulling it from the ground and gazing at Dante’s half of the amulet that his twin was able to snatch

Two pairs of Blue eyes narrowing at one another

“Give that to me” he extends out his hand motioning for the amulet

At that Dante looks at the necklace before tucking it behind him “no way, you got your own”

Children, both these men were god damn children

Getting up from the demon water you safely decided to limp off to the side

You smell a fight coming just like how you can smell rain before it pours

You’ve gotten your wish of helping kill the clown, now your letting them finish their business

It already felt as if you were intruding as it was

Better not get involved

“Well I want yours too” the sword is pointed out to Dante as the two circled one another

“What are you gonna do with all that power, huh? No matter how hard you try, your never gonna be like father” that taunt even from your distance seemed to piss off Vergil royally with how you see his grip tighten on the demon blade

“You’re wasting time!” He makes the first move, running with the blade held ready to strike yet there’s no clang of metal hitting one another hitting your ears all the while water coursed passed them, rushing off the cliff down into the unknown of hell itself. Instead both caught the others swords with their bare hands.

“We are the sons of Sparda!” Both begin to push the others blade back “within each of us flows his blood but more importantly his soul!”

At that both successfully push the other away

Sending water spraying everywhere

For a moment Dante’s eyes connect with your own

You see a spark in them you hadn’t seen once before

“And now my soul is saying it wants to stop you!”

“Unfortunately our souls are at odds brother” Vergil raises at hand up to his eye level clenching it dramatically as he continued “I need more power”

Did these two both go to acting school at some point?

Was being melodramatic as hell a demon thing?

Because this was borderline Shakespeare level dramatics

Or maybe you were hallucinating this due to the blood loss

Or because you were tired as all hell

Or maybe because you weren’t paid enough to deal with this-

“And we’re supposed to be twins”

“Twins…right”

They might not see it but you can definitely see how their both twins with how overly dramatic this all was-

Blades clash and the smell of iron and gun smoke fill the air

Blood flies

And your left to watch it all from the sideline

The adrenaline was beginning to ware off as the pain of your body sets in

Every breath felt like glass was pressing in your lungs

Jabbing at every inhale and exhale

Blood being coughed out in between the flurry of gunshots and swords clashing

God this sucked

You think back at your entire life up until this moment and wonder if this was worth it all

Back to your childhood filled with expectations already laid on your shoulders

The loneliness of parents who brushed your passions aside in favour of a letter on a piece of paper determining your worth to them

The way in which high school was stress upon stress with few things to relive it

Things like Mary’s company and the few electives you got to chose of your own volition

No complicated science equations or mathematical formulas to memorize

Just your own passions

Like that poetry class

And then it comes back to that night

Collage applications in their hands that they tore in front of your face

The ones you had picked on your own

The fighting with your parents

The way they threw you out without so much as a second thought

Just saying to come back when you became sensible

When you’d abandon your dreams to pursue what they’d decide for you

How you could see in their eyes they expected you to come grovelling back after about a week

Begging for them to take you back in

But then came that rush of resentment

You wouldn’t let them win

So you moved on

Tried to live because that’s all you could try to do

Even if it meant dropping out in 12th grade to try and find a job to cover for an apartment and necessities

Even if it meant abandoning everything else to at least try and make ends meet

Even if it meant getting rejected from place to place until you found that fateful advertisement

And the pain in the ass of a boss you were currently watching brawl with his brother

The same boss who made you laugh

Who walked you home on late nights and looked after you that one time you got sick

The red coat wearing idiot who’d always offer you a slice of pizza or spoonful of his strawberry sundae

Grinning all the while

The boy a the same age as you yet had lived more than a lifetimes worth of fear and trauma, the same one who’d cling to you in moments of silence like you were his only lifeline

And maybe he was yours as well

Anchoring you when all the thoughts of doubt began to set in

Of what you lost when leaving home

But then pulling you back to realize you didn’t loose much at all besides Mary

Because you never really had a home, nor parents or security

You just had yourself and the weight on your back

A weight now gone letting you decide what you wanted to do

No matter how stupid it was to stay at a store that still didn’t have a proper name

No matter how idiotic it was to stay with Dante with the risk because

He was the one person who hadn’t abandoned you

Who didn’t give up to save you from this nightmare tower

Maybe if you’d stayed with your parents your life wouldn’t have ended up this way

You’d be stuck as a lawyer or doctor but you’d have avoided this

Probably later on settled down at 25 with a match they’d set you up with

Expecting grandkids by 29 or something

All the while you lived like with a good paying job and maybe a decent person you’d have to deal with for at least the next 40 years

Yet Somehow the thought of that left you more unhappy than your circumstances now even with all the pain

Because for as shitty as this all was you’d at least lived for yourself for once

Taken the reigns of your life in your hands instead of them being in another

And you didn’t regret that

Not one bit

Hell, the only thing you regretted was not punching Arkham in his stupid jester face

Because even if you died here in pain and coughing up a lung

At least you died knowing it was your own choices leading up to here and not those of your parents

And that was a lot more satisfying than anything

Especially when you got to meet the dumbass you called both a boss and friend named Dante, meet Mary again and talk about poetry once more

Somehow that had made you happier than anything

Water splashes once more yet there’s no more clatter of swords and your attention is diverted to Vergil kneeling in the muddied water

Blood mixes in it

Though your unsure if it’s from your own or a mix from both from the showdown between brothers

Either way it runs down past Vergil to Dante at the edge of the waterfall

This felt like the end of this all

With heavy difficulty you get up, using a stone pillar to support yourself

“Am I….being defeated?” It’s uttered in disbelief as he stares down into the waters reflection

“What’s wrong? Is that all you got?” Dante moves forward in a mix of mocking and anger, “come on get up, you can do better than that”

With shaky legs you move toward the red stained twin, nearly toppling over when the ground rumbled beneath your feet.

“The portal to the human world is closing Dante.” Briefly he looks to you, something flashing in icy blue eyes as you stood a few feet from Dante using Mary’s gun to keep yourself propped up“because the amulets have been separated”

“Let’s finish this Vergil” there’s a pause “I have to stop you. even if that means killing you”. The look in his eyes is something akin to pure conviction and yet in the small shake of his grip you could see the hesitation he steeled away.

You remember the nights in which Dante would tell you about him and his brother when they were younger

He bragged he’d always won when they’d fight with wooden swords

His bravado and general overconfidence made you remark sarcastically that you were sure that had happened

Getting in response an arm thrown around your shoulder and him resting his head atop yours

A complaint of falling from his mouth yet he still looked satisfied with himself

The same grin

The same blue eyes that peaked past untamed white hair with a certain nostalgic haze

Yet now those eyes hardened themselves

And you can’t help but both hope and dread if he was right

If he really won all those matches as a kid when Vergil readies his blade and Dante readies his own

They charge

Boots creating large splashes

Water rushing past them

Dante running away from you and Vergil headed to your direction near the edge

Both yell while charging yet all you can focus on is the water and sickening slash

Metal glimmers at the perfect angle to create a horizontal line of light

And then red

Red spews across the air and mixes once more into the water

With baited breath you wait and neither move

Until the pained groan of Vergil stumbles from his lips and his necklace clatters along with the blades

He picks it up as Dante puts away his sword

Vergil takes a step back

Clutching the necklace in a near crushing intensity

Trying to convince him this isn’t the way would be for naught with him

Vergil is someone who’d died of his own stubbornness and with his ideals

It’s something both maddening and something you can’t help but respect in a odd way

“No one can have this Dante. It’s mine, it belongs to a son of Sparda!” He takes more steps back towards the edge, shit no-

“Don’t do it!” Despite the pain you push forwards, despite the fact you know you won’t convince him, once more you try

Dante realizes what he’s about to do as well, surging forwards as you did but you’re both met with blade pointed to your necks. “Leave me and go, if neither of you want to be trapped in the demon world” eyes flicked between you and his brother as he clutches the amulet tightly “I’m staying, this place was our fathers home”. He gets closer to the edge, nearing the tip off point. He leans back as you and Dante move forwards, hands outstretched to try and grab him. Though one is cut whilst the other is left untouched.

Staring down as he’s encompassed by the unknown of hell you keep your eyes locked with his. Though he was an ass, an egocentric focused on a vain goal of his own pride you still can’t help but cry for him as your knees hit the hard rock and you reach your hand out despite the fact he’s too far gone to save. Because for as much as he detested his humanity, he was undoubtedly human in the most tragic sense. He was human in his pain, human in his hate, human in the way he held a passion for old poetry and longed for connection even if he’d never admit it. And he was certainly human when in the last moments before he disappeared into darkness his eyes stared deep into your own. Widening ever so slightly at the fact you still outstretched your hand to him, that you cried for him despite it all.

In those eyes in those last moments you see the human longing for companionship, of not wanting to be alone anymore. Whilst in your tear stained ones he sees the truth of the matter. You wanted to save him. Both here as he plunged into hell and back when you warned him of opening Pandora’s box, you did it because you wanted to save him. Because For some foolish reason you cared for him.

(And that sticks with him far more than you’d ever know)

Blood stains your shoulder as he places a hand on it

The one Vergil sliced yet was healing and closing into a faded memory if not for the slice on the glove as well

It snaps you from staring down into darkness, hand still reaching to grasp a hand that you’d never hold

It closes tightly, leaving crescent indents in your palm

“Let’s go” his words remain empty. Gone is his usual playfulness or lighthearted tone. Just empty and desolate.

Quietly you nod, getting up once more despite the pain with a small grimace

You’d rather not let him know right now how injured you are

He lost his brother again for fucks sake

Hiding your limp and the strain of carrying Mary’s weapon you watch him pick up the sword he and Vergil raced to obtain earlier

It’s not triumphant in any sort of way

It’s just a tragedy

One giant tragedy of two brothers

The sky back home is darkened by clouds as the destruction of the tower and demons loom like a veil of grief

Wind blows through now abandoned buildings

And silence permeates just about everything besides yours and Dante’s footsteps

You nearly cry when you see Mary

Her mismatched gaze locking with yours after a brief moment of surprise

“Phew, What an ordeal” Dante acts nonchalant but you know he’s hiding his hurt. Mary’s canon is slung over his shoulder after he saw you struggle in carrying it awhile back. “You’re still here?”

“I need that back” her eyes leave yours to linger on her canon before returning to you “and I need some answers from you later”. You nod, and Dante goes to hand her back the canon-

He pulls back at the last second “no late charges I hope. I also let them borrow it as well though seems like they already have the friend discount”

Mary hums, “I’ll think of your charge. But for them it’s free”. Getting back her weapon she handle it with care, slinging it onto her back.

Dante moves and you stand beside him watching the sky, “we should be fine for now. But I’m sure they’ll be back soon, very soon”. Your hand grips his coat sleeve, and you feel his arm shake slightly.

“Are you crying?”

“It’s only the rain” the answer is immediate and yet despite the cloudy sky no water poured.

“The rain stopped already Dante” it comes more like a pained wheeze which gains a concerned look from both of them. They look like they’re gonna stop their conversation but you just grin in a silent gesture for them to continue. they need this, Dante needs this, and you won’t let yourself be the reason they stop.

“Devils never cry”

“I see….maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one. Don’t you think?”

“Maybe…” there’s the slightest bit of hope in the response that makes you smile ever so slightly as you grip on his coat goes slack and your legs give out.

Distantly you hear both of them yell your name before succumbing to darkness.

As a kid the only activity your parents signed you up for that you enjoyed in any capacity was choir

It was a pastime that had you away from under their thumb

A small haven from the empty crypt you called a home

It felt nice being apart of something as a collective and not on a stage alone with the spotlight solely on you

All the other activities they had signed you up for were individual

So the attention was on you constantly

If you messed up it would be noticed

And if you faltered for even a moment their eyes would scowl from the crowd

But in choir it was different, You harmonized with others

Joining together no matter how small your role was to create a beautiful symphony of noise that echoed in the halls

A lot of what you remember is just vague notes and melodies

Latin dripping from your tongue and becoming garbled to the sands of time

But you can’t help but think back to one song though

It was old and fractured and broken

You couldn’t remember the lyrics but you did remember the melody and solemn organ

your choir teacher at the time insisted you all try it

At least to give it a chance despite its broken nature

That melody of garbbled sounds you’ll never know the meaning to stuck with you in the depths of your mind

And even when you forgot how you knew the melody in the first place it had remained

That minute long chorus into some greater song dances in your mind once more

You hum to it

Singing with it as though you were back in those piers in white robes and little angel wings

A halo of golden tinsel above your head

But in that mass of voices you hear a familiar one

Dante-

It pulls you from unconsciousness

At first you feel before you properly understand anything around you

Soft material under you

Something heavy but warm laid over you

And the rough material of bandages compressing your chest

Distantly you hear the song quietly sung

And then comes sight and your met with the sight of the wrecked store

The jukebox is busted

Pool table in two with the balls scattered on the floor

Desk splintered in half

Drum set and guitar smashed in the corner

The fan was in pieces on the dirty and broken floor

Yet somehow miraculously the couch you were on was alright minus the greasy pizza stains you’d failed previously to wash out

Trying to sit up is met with instant regret, a sound of pain escaping you

The material covering you that you now realize to be Dante’s jacket falling off to the ground

The song stops

But with that came the jingle of a familiar chain to a necklace guarding a key to the underworld

“Easy there, you need to rest up before you start trying to do anything. Doctors orders”

Gently, hands that had killed so many demons and spilled such blood pushes you back into laying down properly

Then draping his coat back over you

Thankfully it seemed he had the foresight to wash it

A small victory

“How do you feel?”

“I’d say like hell but that be ironic”

That gets a small chuckle from him

On the small couch he sits himself by your legs

Not sitting in his typical spread out manner to ensure you have enough space to laze comfortably

“Where’s Mary?”

“Mar- oh right lady. She’s off to get you some prescription. I opted to stay here and make sure you didn’t wake up and start trying to fix the place when half dead” the last part comes out a bit harsh but you guess you kinda deserve that.

“Ah…what’s with you calling her lady?”

“Said she preferred that now….that Mary died a long time ago”

It goes back to an awkward silence

Your mind racing with thoughts

His as well with how he tapped his finger against his leg

Silence permeates with nothing to fill it

It’s uncomfortable

Not like the silence you’d used to have sparingly with him, especially when he once had a need to fill it with something

Yet again a tactic he used to defuse nerves

But now there’s nothing

He wants to say something

He always wants to talk but now he genuinely wants to say something

Yet he holds back

Let’s it die in his throat when he tunes his gaze to you

Guilt creeping up in him evident by how he quickly then averts his gaze

Unable to look at you

There’s a moment it looks like he wants to reach a hand to you

To place it on your leg as a means of comfort

Yet he hesitates Pulling back as if his touch would burn you

All the while you lay on the couch with him by your feet

This feels so weird

You want to move but you know the reaction and answer you’ll get

So you lay there

A pillow propped up against the arm while his jacket acted as your blanket

And silence permeates for minutes on end as he sits there

Observant and looking as if a single sound would send him into fight mode

A bit paranoid even for his traumatized teenage mind

The juxbox is broken

So there’s no way he can play something to calm himself down

A habit you noticed when he was particularly stressed

But maybe-

“Were you singing earlier?”

Your voice feels raw, you hadn’t noticed it until just now

Like you had garbled sand into glass

You can’t sing like this

But maybe he could

“Yeah, why?”

“What….what was that song you were singing?”

“It was something my mom taught me, uhhhh something like “devils never cry”? They made it into a kick ass rock song-”

“I learned it in choir class, it was my favourite. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it….can you sing it for me Dante?”

He quirks a brow “you’re full of surprises you know. I’m not gonna lie and say I remember it well or that it’s accurate because I think it’s a translated version I was taught. but, whatever the patient wants I guess…All days, I'm looking in the Deep water flowing into me, Where are all tears, are they fallen? Tell me why I feel them in me? One day, they'll tell me what I'm exactly, Tears don't fall, I'll never heal them”

Mary- er lady helps with Dante in taking care of you

Apparently after you passed out the two had rushed to a hospital while dealing with demons

And your prediction of a rib poking into your lung was correct

A bit too correct for your own sake

Safe to say the bills were expensive and in the crossfire of all that your apartment wasn’t exempt from the destruction the hell tower you now learned was called the “temen-ni-Gru” had caused

Aka your building was destroyed in the madness and now you had to find someplace else to crash

You’d be more upset if you had more to move and mourn

But honestly you had bare necessities

And your apartment admittedly sucked so much so you were already looking for another place

So for now you were crashing at the store

That now finally had a name

Devil may cry

A fitting name and much more easy to use instead of “the store”

Like you’d had to use for months up to this point

Made you sound ominous when you said you worked at “the store”

Anyways

The two took shifts and turns

One staying while the other went out to do whatever

Presumably killing the few straggler demons that didn’t go down with the tower

Dantes been more silent than usual but at least for now you excuse it

He lost his brother and now he had to look after you

Not exactly a fun combination with the fact of the store needing to be fixed

But with that comes talking with lady

Catching up on what had happened

And finally the talk you’d both been needing to have

One seemingly long overdue when she sits down beside you

Hands folded and the canon you now knew as Kalina Ann propped up on a folding chair

You’d have to add buying new furniture for dmc to the list of stuff to do later

“So….why’d you do it?” Lady is quiet, her words more like a secret than anything

“Do what?”

“Run away?”

So they told People you ran away instead of them kicking you out?

You aren’t exactly surprised but did they really think it would make them look much better?

A sigh voluntarily leaves you

Depending on the lengths they went missing posters might be up

You hope to whatever god there may or may not be that they wouldn’t that go that far

But considering this is the first time you’d stood your ground against them and didn’t come crawling back…

Well, control freaks will do what they can to reel you back in no matter the cost

Especially since they were hinging on a cushy future in which they retired early and relied on you as an atm

“Sure running away, that’s definitely what you call throwing your kid out to the curb because they won’t become a lawyer and saying not to come back until they changed their mind” the tone is slightly bitter but not aimed to her, moreso the circumstance

At hearing that you see her mismatched eyes widen a bit

Pits of Emerald green and ruby red peering into that of your own

Seeing truth and bitterness stew in them

But at their core was sadness and hope

Bitterness at the memories

Yet a hope for the future

Something she’d never quite seen in your eyes

And it’s something you can’t see in hers anymore

For the whole she’d been looking after you it’s been present

Looming over the girl that had been your friend

Grief

Loss

And an overarching sense that she’s on the brink of collapse

Can’t blame her either

Not after whatever she’s been through up till now

All on her own after her mom died left to stew in anger

Only for now the grief to hit her full force for not only Miss Ann

But also for the memory of what once was her family

For her kind mother whom she talked about in earnest

Who despite never meeting you always packed extra snacks for Mary to share with you

For a father there but always absent

Nose stuck in his studies whom she talked of in hopes of earning his attention

Until that faded as years passed

And what’s left is a bitterness to the man who took everything

Who tried to kill her

Who killed her mom

His own wife

All for the sake of an obsession that would be for nothing because ultimately he only experienced the power he wanted for mere moments

Leaving Mary the unfortunate victim in it all

You don’t have the right to continue complaining about your parental situation to her

Not with what she’s experienced

Not with what she’s lost in such a short period of time

But her eyes are what stop you

Brimming with emotion

Two toned eyes of emerald green and ruby red

They shine like jewels too

Pretty and glimmering in the dull lighting of devil may cry

“Why did you never tell me how bad they were to you?” Her question is quiet at first but gains volume from a faint whisper to a steadfast tone as she then asks “why didn’t you come to me when you were kicked out?”

“I just….at school and with you I wanted to be normal. I didn’t want to think about what’s at home when I walked through the doors I wanted to be my age for once, and I felt that way only with you till now.” As for that second question, it’s a bit of harder thing to admit to her let alone yourself “i was panicked…I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to be a burden-”

“Burden?” It’s uttered in disbelief “how can you think like that! You’re never a burden to me! I was worried sick and they said you ran off! And I was alone and then I lost my mom”she pauses at that, going suddenly quiet as the words died in her mouth.

Your not really sure what to say after that

Neither is she

She just stays motionless besides the shake in her hands

In all your years of knowing her you’d never seen her like this

Even when she scraped her knee on the playground

She’d always been strong

Always held back tears even when her boyfriend in first year dumped her just before winter break

Always had been the strong shoulder for you to lean on when you were upset

And yet that girl is gone

Mary is dead and lady is what’s left of that girl

The bitterness

The resentment

the overwhelming grief of loosing both her parents

And most importantly the loneliness of it all

And your left to hold those pieces of her

Both emotionally as she breaks from the strenuous weight of everything crashing on her now

And physically as you push past your discomfort and pain to hold her close

She hesitates for a moment

Unsure and unsteady

But eases and pulls your closer

Holding you as if you were her last lifeline

Because in a way you are her lifeline

You are the last good thing from Mary’s life that still remains

And though that girl is dead, lady clings to that barest pinprick of light

Because when being born again from rage and anger with her revenge now satiated

What more does she have?

“I…I’m sorry” she’s desolate, quiet and a tad withdrawn until you pull her close. She’d always been the one you leaned on, but Mary was gone and it was time for you to repay the favour to what’s left of her.

“No, I’m sorry too. I should’ve contacted you, did anything sooner….i was scared and wanted to start over now that i had the chance. I should’ve thought of how you felt”

She’s silent for a few moments, but draws herself closer into your embrace. “We’re both pretty messed up huh?”

You can’t help but laugh a bit at that. “Yeah…guess we are. But we have each other again, and I think that’s what matters most right now”

She nods, and that’s all that needs to be said

….Well besides “I can get revenge on your parents-“ and “how about we talk about that later Lady”

He’s distant and stuck in his head more than before

It’s something that most wouldn’t notice since he tries to act like his typical self

Lady falls for it, though reluctantly because she doesn’t know him well but writes off why his smiles don’t reach his eyes

But you’d known Dante for about a year now

You’d known him long enough to notice when he’s off

It’s in the way his jokes aren’t the same

How he can’t properly look at you as he did before, with a sense of ease and joy that’s now damped

The drumming of his fingers and the thump of his boot against the floor creating soft creaks in the hardwood

you can tell whatever he didn’t say before was eating away at him

This wasn’t just grief (though that was still heavily apart of this) but rather something else that you can’t name until he was honest with it

Now, you wouldn’t particularly call yourself a confrontational person

You’d rather roll over than raise your voice or objection to your parents until that fateful night

And even then you mostly stood there being yelled at

You’d hardly name that a battle of words

But when it came to you, you wouldn’t do much to stand up for yourself

But this wasn’t about you

This was about Dante

And for as much as you could rot in silence like a forgotten fruit at the back of the fridge, you wouldn’t let Dante do the same

Not with how you see it absolutely eating at him

Just as it did to you before

Because you can see yourself so badly in him

And it hurts more than your currently broken chest

So when it’s finally his turn to stay with you while lady was out you take the chance

Because you can lose your apartment, your cold childhood home and what little shit you had

But you couldn’t lose him

You wouldn’t let him slip through your fingers and plunge into a different darkness that was all to similar to that of the hell Vergil voluntarily fell into

Not if you could do anything about it

“You’ve been more quiet as of late…”

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

It goes back to silence for a few minutes

This idiot isn’t taking the bait to air out his thoughts

Maybe you’d have to go the direct route instead

“So….are you gonna tell me what you wanted to say a few days ago?”

“Who’s to say I had anything on my mind”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, then reaching over to grab his shoulder. He was gonna run and you’re not letting him. “I know you well enough to know when you stuck in your head about something Dante…just please be honest and tell me. I don’t like seeing you distant like this”

There’s a pause in his actions at your touch, whatever was compelling him to run being stopped in his tracks. And then he answers “why’d you not say anything?”

“About what”

“Your injuries! You were hurt and on the brink of dying and you didn’t say anything about it!”

“Dante you had just lost your brother. You had other things to deal with-“

“And I could’ve lost you too on top of that as well! Because I didn’t notice you were on the brink of dying and you didn’t say anything!”

His eyes are clouded now in tears, glossy and making the blue shine like jewels

In any other scenario you’d admire the beauty in them

Yet all you see is pain refracted in the pools

Dante looks less his age and more like a scared little boy

But maybe that’s what he’s always been at heart

A scared boy still trapped in that hiding place as the house burned around him

Arms wrapped around himself to try and feel the fleeting warmth of his mothers touch

Loss drenches him to the bone

And you now realize that you’d nearly made it worse by brushing it off

But you can’t be fully to blame

Not when all your life you’d been raised to push away your own feelings

Your pain for others around you

And yet now he wants you to bare it to him

To ripe yourself open at its most tender

Because he was scared for you

Because he truly cared just as lady did

“You nearly died because of me, you were dragged into this because of me. Because I was selfish and couldn’t let go even when I knew it’d be dangerous. I….I shouldn’t have….you’d be safer if you left. Found another job and got away from here” it come out as a quiet whisper from him, his hair overshadowing his face and obscuring his eyes. You’d known him well enough though to know they were brimming with tears. You knew at the end there was also the unsaid notion of “away from me” Did this goof really think that after all this you’d leave? Knowing how much pain he was going through and had admitted to you he was scared of being alone again. Shaking your head your hand finds his, fingers linking together.

“You’re an idiot you know? You think I’m gonna leave you here when you still need me to remind you of the overdue bills? This place would go under if not for me. I’m not going anywhere”

“I’m being serious here for once-“

“I know damn it, but you listen to me for a minute before you get it all up in your head and make a decision without my input” it’s a bit sharp but you need to right now, he’s spiraling and already trying to decide to push you away. With a groan you slowly lift yourself up, getting a sound of protest from him before you silenced him with your open palm telling him to stop. Hesitantly he does so, watching you struggle but eventually sit up, hand clenching his. “I’m happy here Dante”

“Your happy here?” It’s spoken in disbelief. Maybe all your bitching had made him think otherwise but you did enjoy your time here, you wouldn’t trade it for the world or whatever cushy future your parents wanted. “Your happy here after all this? After you nearly died because of m-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there. We’ve had this conversation before and I didn’t know then but I know now why I want to stay despite the risks. Dante I never really lived before now. My life was made up for me and my outcome was predetermined before I was kicked out. And sure, maybe staying here is dangerous” you think of that future if you’d stayed and done what your parents wanted, an older unhappy version of you staring blankly in your mind “but danger is apart of life, you can’t live without it. And I’ve never been more happier, more free than I am here. So no, I don’t care about the danger I’m staying…understand?”. You see his eyes, they’re brimming with tears and more emotions than you can processed. But beneath it all you see Dante. The kind annoying dork who like his brother longed for companionship. His lips upturn ever so slightly as your free hand not entwined with his gently finds itself cupping his cheek, thumb wiping away a tear he didn’t realize had fallen.

“I’m staying and I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon even when things get dicey….understand?”

“Yeah…loud and clear honeypie”

You let the use of that horrid nickname slide once again with only a roll of your eyes. You’d never admit that it maybe made you smile, something you’ll deny vehemently when he inevitably brings it up later. But for now at least it’s ok.

You’re both gonna be ok.

“Hey Dante?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s good to be back”

…….“good to have you back hon-“

“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you sign all the work orders required to fix this place”

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doliacuddles · 3 months ago

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HEADCANON .ᐟ ㅤ𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌?

𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

Jealousy isn’t a common feeling for him—or at least, not in the way ordinary sinners experience it. It’s not that he fears losing you; rather, he dislikes the mere idea of someone else believing they have the right to your attention. How amusing! That right belongs to him and him alone!

At first, he’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him. With his wide grin and infectious laughter, he’ll make some mocking remark about the "insufferable presence" of whoever you’re speaking to. But his crimson eyes will gleam with a dark intensity… A warning, masked as amusement.

His aura will grow heavier. Even as you continue talking to that poor sinner, you’ll feel the atmosphere thicken, like an oppressive static humming in the air. You don’t need to turn around to know Alastor is watching you. And you’d best not prolong that conversation for too long…

He’ll manipulate the situation in his favor. If the person in question is a foolish sinner, he’ll ridicule them with words wrapped in cruel humor, ensuring their self-esteem plummets straight to the depths of Hell. If they hold any influence… well, accidents happen all the time in Pentagram City, don’t they? How unfortunate!

He won’t hesitate to mark his territory. "Subtly," of course. His arm slipping around your waist, his laughter echoing too close to your ear, his claws tracing your cheek as if you were the most prized piece in his collection. If the message isn’t clear, he’ll make sure the "intruder" understands in another way.

He’ll shower you with even more attention than usual. His obsession will take a more obvious turn—more gifts, more details, more songs dedicated just to you. He wants you to remember exactly who you belong to, and if that means keeping you under his spell with smiles and seductive promises… then so be it!

He’ll become more controlling. You won’t notice it at first, but he’ll start influencing your decisions: "Oh, my dear, do you really want to go out tonight? Wouldn’t you rather stay with me?" His voice will be as sweet as honey, but his eyes will refuse to accept a ‘no.’

He won’t forget the offense. No matter how much time passes, he’ll remember every detail of the interaction that displeased him. Don’t worry, you won’t suffer the consequences… but someone else will. And when that "someone else" disappears or meets an unfortunate fate, the last thing you’ll hear before drifting off to sleep will be his melodic voice whispering: "Ah, who would’ve thought? Such a small world!"

He’ll always make you feel like it’s all a joke. No matter how twisted his obsession is, he’ll always wrap it in laughter and spectacle. "Oh, darling! You wouldn’t think I was upset, would you? I’m just a demon with a peculiar sense of humor!" And while his tone may be playful, deep down, you’ll know that every word hides a chilling truth.

If you ever dare to challenge him… Ah, now that would be interesting. Would you try to leave? What a ridiculous idea. Because the moment you even think of escaping, the moment you believe you can free yourself from his influence… that’s when you’ll realize you never had a choice.

Alastor is no ordinary lover, and his love isn’t something you can run from. It’s an eternal performance, a contract with no escape. And you… are his favorite entertainment.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #yandere alastor #headcanon #alastor #alastor x reader

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rashomonss · 1 year ago

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I couldn't stop thinking about this after reading your "Readjusting" hc

Imagine that the reason MC started acting like a "proper" attendant was because Barbatos couldn't stand how improper and casual Mc was with the brothers. He decides to take her under his wing but he isn't gentle about it, not even when it becomes clear that MC is human, on the contraire, he becomes harsher with his methods until even the brothers notice. Meanwhile MC could be in the state of mind to believe that they deserve to be treated in such ways because they feel guilty over letting everyone assume they were a demon

Also think about how this treatment would affect MC relationship with Barbatos. Imagine MC slipping up in front of him and immediately tensing and starting to apologize. How scared MC would be of even the thought of doing something NB!Barbatos though them was wrong and undignified of her to do/say as the brothers attendant.

And how heartbroken OM!Barbatos would be at seeing MC be so terrified of him.

so I’m currently deep diving thru my drafts and inbox and this was from forever ago so I’m so sorry I’m only getting it done now (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )

anyway oh. my. god.

i absolutely love this idea! the angst potential this ask has is literally to die for. i’ll be incorporating a few of my readjusting ideas as well and yeah i know nightbringer didn’t go in this direction but im going in it anyway, so i hope yall enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

you’re nothing more and nothing less

You admired yourself in the mirror then stared at the reflection looking back at you.

Sighing you gave yourself a small smile, then remembered his words before giving yourself one last look in the mirror.

“You really do look decent when you know how to clean up.”

An attendant is supposed to look sharp, and presentable no matter the circumstance. They are a direct representation of who they’re serving. How was a noble demon supposed to take the seven rulers of hell seriously if their attendant didn’t even know how to properly dress or present themselves?

Your tie had to be perfectly crisp and presentable, same with the cuffs of your uniform; not a wrinkle should be present. Next, your preferred uniform bottom was ironed with no wrinkle in sight, and your shoes shined to the point you could see your reflection. Each plead and fold was sharp, crisp, and perfect.

Your hair looked presentable and you carried out your normal face routine making sure you looked awake and ready for the day. Finally, you organized your belongings and sat them by your table in a neat fashion ready to be grabbed once you headed off to RAD.

You then made your way to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for everyone as well as coffee and tea for those who usually required it.

As you were finishing up most of the food Beel walked into the kitchen heading straight for the fridge. “Morning MC,” he said catching his breath.

“Good Morning Beel, how was your run? Also, your snack is on the counter so please refrain from eating anything in the fridge,” you replied, as you continued cooking.

“Oh thank you.” he smiled while closing the fridge. As he sat at the counter watching you cook he couldn’t help but become confused at the sight. “Wasn’t it Levi’s turn to make breakfast this morning?”

“It was but he stayed up late last night, and I had a feeling he would oversleep so I took the liberty of making it myself. Not to worry though because I have nothing against cooking for all of you”

Beel frowned in response “Yeah but this is the third day in a row you’ve prepared breakfast and dinner”

“Is it now? Well I have no problems with it unless the rest of you do, I am your attendant after all.”

Beel stopped eating and frowned again, “MC you’re an exchange student from the human realm. You’re back home; there’s no reason for you to still act as our attendant.”

You didn’t respond, instead you finished up the food and began to plate each brothers breakfast. Beel tried to speak again but you cut him off.

“Apologies but could you do me a favor and wake up your brothers for breakfast? I wouldn’t want them to be late for classes.”

Beel gave you a sympathetic look and nodded just before leaving the kitchen.

You did stop to think about his words though. After all everything that happened in the past didn’t need to be continued in the present, you could go back to living how you normally did before.

The only problem was that you didn’t know how to go back to that carefree lifestyle. After being on edge constantly while being stuck in the past you found yourself adapting to that lifestyle. So breaking it all of a sudden was much harder than everyone understood.

Humans are adaptable creatures, they adapt and survive to whatever environment they are thrown into, no matter the circumstances; at least that’s how he explained it.

He drilled it into your head that if you wanted to survive against the best of the best you needed to be superior in every way. It didn’t matter to him if you were a demon or human, neither was an acceptable excuse for not being absolutely perfect.

This mindset had been engraved into your soul during the small time period you were there, so for everyone to just tell you to forget about it was something you couldn’t do even if you tried. They all needed to accept that this was how you were now; and maybe with due time you’ll revert back to your old self.

Numerous voices could be heard in the dining room causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You sighed and then took a deep breath before walking into the room with everyone’s plates.

“Good morning everyone, how’s are all of you?” You asked placing plates in front of each brother at the table.

“Mornin’ MC, I’m fine how are ya?” Mammon said yawning.

“I’m good thank you for asking, but I would be even better if you fixed your tie and shirt” you smiled, placing his food in front of him.

“Dah you sound like Lucifer…” he groaned. It did work however because he buttoned up his shirt and tightened his tie before eating, to which you smiled at him in response.

“That goes for all of you as well, fix your uniforms please.” you said, placing the last plate in Lucifer’s spot. Each groaned and fixed themselves as well before they began to eat.

A laugh was then heard from the doorway which made you look up in response. The oldest then greeted you with a kiss to the cheek before sitting down.

“I see your keeping them on a tighter leash than I am.” Lucifer said looked up at you.

“Well of course. How is anyone supposed to take the seven of you seriously when you don’t even wear the uniform properly.” The room fell silent and Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Thank you MC, but you realize that you don’t have to worry about our images anymore. You know your home correct..? You don’t have to continue being our attendant.”

You sighed then spoke after a few minutes. “Thank you for your concern I appreciate it, but if you’ll excuse me I have to get the dishes clean”

“Wait you’re not having breakfast with us dear?” Asmo asked worried.

“You haven’t eaten with us at all since you came back. Come on MC, please?” Satan then said.

“I appreciate the concern but I already ate. Thank you for the offer though, I do appreciate it. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“As their attendant you should not be eating with them unless permitted on a special occasion. It’s basic etiquette as a servant to eat in the kitchen. So you will eat when I eat. Understand?”

That phrase popped in you head again and you sighed heading towards the kitchen.

. . .

The walk to RAD was normal, for you at least, the brothers were a different story entirely.

They tried engaging with you or even walking next to you but you stayed silent and walked behind them.

Normally you’d walk at the same pace and would engage in any kind of small talk but ever since you returned walks to a from RAD had been awkward for the brothers.

Barbatos never walked next to Diavolo, and he taught you to do the same with the brothers.

“You aren’t from the same status, so you should take your place behind them as a result.”

That phrase played in your head as Mammon talked to you about his latest new scheme. You realized that he was walking at the same pace you were so you slowed down ever so slight and engaged in a bit of small talk with him.

The second born frowned as he saw you retreating again, so with a sigh he finished talking and walked a bit faster to catch up with the eldest.

You could see them shorting you glances and whispering to each other but neither said a word to you.

You understood they probably weren’t a fan of this behavior either, but it’s not as if you could break it anytime soon, after all what would he think if you were acting casual with everyone again?

. . .

“Good morning MC” Barbatos spoke, smiling as he slightly waved at you.

Upon seeing him your posture straightened up and you immediately greeted him back with a wave and a nod, in the same fashion he greeted you with. You held eye contact for a brief moment then looked over towards Lucifer.

“I believe we should head out now. There’s paperwork to be done. It was lovely running into you but we’ll be on our way now” you said to the butler.

Before he even had a chance to respond you grabbed Lucifer and dragged him through the hall leaving a confused Barbatos alone in the hallway.

Lucifer tried to question you about your behavior towards the butler but you always avoided talking about it.

Diavolo tried his hand as well and you had given him the same excuse you gave Lucifer. Sighing, the two decided to talk to you over tea instead, hoping that it might calm the mood.

So you followed Lucifer into the council room where Diavolo sat, waiting with a smile. The minute you saw him you smiled back, but soon tensed when Barbatos appeared behind him.

“Sit down MC” Diavolo gestured as soon as you reached the table.

You bowed slightly and did as you were told, making sure to keep yourself in line while Barbatos was present.

Barbatos from the past despised when you were casual with Lord Diavolo and shut down your relationship with him the second he took you as an apprentice.

As Diavolo began to speak you listened attentively and sat up straight making sure to hold eye contact just as Barbatos had instructed you to do before

“MC…” he started. “I understand that it's taken you awhile to try and readjust to everything again, and while we don’t want to pester your progress we do want to talk to you about a few things.”

Were you in trouble? Your heart sank to your stomach as you gripped your uniform bottoms under the table.

“What can I help you with then?” You asked.

“Well for starters you needn’t be so tense, we’re close after all! It’s okay to let loose around us” Diavolo smiled as he gestured towards Lucifer who nodded in response.

“I thank you for your concern, and I will try to relax as you asked” you then nodded.

Your formal response tugged at a frown on Diavolo’s face. “Thank you, now then let’s enjoy some tea.” he said, trying to quickly change the subject.

You froze on the spot as Barbatos brought out the cart of tea and a few snacks. Immediately you jumped up and helped him set the table, much to everyone’s surprise.

“MC, you can leave it to me.” Barbatos said after a moment.

“I understand” you nodded yet still continued picking up the tray of snacks and placing plates in front of Lucifer and Diavolo.

After you finished you stepped behind Barbatos, almost as if you were his shadow. With a sigh he turned to you and tried to ask you to sit back down but you refused.

So instead he tried to guide you to your seat and you stepped away from him in response, the further you took a step back the closer he took a step forward. It wasn’t until you hit the snack cart had you realized how close the two of you were.

However that was short lived as the dish holding the sugar fell off the cart and shattered on the floor the moment you hit it.

Your eyes went wide in horror and you fell to the floor to clean it up in an instant, muttering to yourself silently.

“MC, are you-“

“I’m so sorry, Lord Diavolo, I'll clean this up right away. Please forgive me” you said swiftly picking up the shattered glass and trying your best to clean everything.

“It’s okay, don’t worry it was an accident” Diavolo said as he got up to make sure you were okay.

You shook your head as you went back to cleaning. You were positive Barbatos was going to kill you, he made sure to let you know if you ever messed up in Lord Diavolo’s presence.

So when his figure loomed over you your body tensed with fear as you looked up at him. However his expression didn’t match what you assumed it would’ve been.

He looked concerned and bent down to inspect your hands, hoping there wasn’t any blood due to the shards of glass from the dish.

You immediately retracted your hand when you noticed a cut and Barbatos stiffened.

“I’ll clean this up right away, excuse me” you said as you jumped to your feet and ran out of the council room, leaving three very confused and concerned demons behind.

As the door flew open when you left Solomon walked in with a bewildered look as you rushed out. “What happened? Is everything okay?” He asked as his eyes followed your figure rushing down the hall.

“It’s MC,” Lucifer sighed.

“What about them?” Solomon questioned.

“Long story short they were helping Barbatos and dropped the sugar then bolted out of the room in a panic when Barbatos grabbed their hand to see if they were okay.” Diavolo said with a sigh.

“Ah, that explains things then.” Solomon nodded. “And Barbatos I would refrain from touching or even being near MC for the time being”

“And why is that?” Barbatos questioned with a frown.

“Because MC is probably still on edge after serving alongside you in the past. Let’s just say your methods weren’t exactly…ideal, for a human.” He sighed.

His heart broke upon hearing those words. Barbatos frowned upon learning he was the reason for their rigid behavior and unwillingness to open up to him or Lord Diavolo again.

“I understand,” he sighed.

“If we just talk to MC I’m sure they’ll understand-“ Diavolo started.

“You can, but they haven’t changed their behavior with the brothers so I doubt they change it now. I’ll talk to them when I see them again” Solomon sighed.

Lucifer made a sour expression upon hearing Solomon’s words, mainly because he knew they were true. After all he had spoken to MC countless times yet nothing has changed.

Solomon handed a few papers to Diavolo who read over them in surprise. “Cocytus Hall? That place hasn’t been used in ages, and you wish to move in there?”

“Yes, well Mc and I.” He nodded. “All the paperwork should be there if you’ll allow it”

Lucifer shot the sorcerer a glare and shook his head. “Is that really necessary? That’s quite the opposite of having MC adapt back to the present”

“On the contrary I didn’t suggest this. They did, and if it's what they want I don’t mind indulging my sweet apprentice” He smiled.

The three frowned at Solomon’s words. No matter how annoyed he made them, they all agreed that he was the only one you talked to like normal.

It wasn’t fair that he was the only one that got that attention from you. After a few more minutes of going back and forth Diavolo finally approved the idea, much to Lucifer’s protests.

It was just a thought but Diavolo hoped that if he did this you would eventually come back to them, and not the you that was terrified and uptight, he missed the carefree human who could brighten up the room.

With a sigh the room fell silent as Solomon left, all three demons were running out of ideas and the longer you avoided them the more painful it had become.

How long were they supposed to stay like this? They all wondered with tense sighs.

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #omswd #omnb #obey me nightbringer angst #obey me angst #obey me barbatos #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon

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afloat-at-sea · 13 days ago

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I’ve had ‘sorry, we’re closed’ swimming in my head for a while now so honestly these were initially inspired by that game – at least like loosely. In any case, it was perfect timing for me to insert crk right back into everything I do!!

(more art under cut btw)

right SO I didn’t mean to make this a full fledged AU but they’ve been so fun to draw and that plan went immediately straight out the window. I don’t have a name for it yet but I do have a lot of disjointed ideas I’ve been throwing together 🤷 🤷

in any case I’m placing angels and demons as like a fun aesthetic foundantion for the whole AU but I don’t super want to rely or base it on too many preexisting religious contexts. feels more fun this way. I’ll come back and make a tag for this when I’ve named it

+ more AU brainstorming :)

I’d imagine the beasts and ancients would still be each other’s counterparts in this but it’d be much less about the souljams and more about balancing each other out. let’s say we’re talking about shmilk and pv; they’d have a back and forth spreading deceit and truth. the closer they get to each other, the more they settle somewhere in the middle. knowledge after all is not that cut and dry. I also think they would probably be in charge of widespread knowledge as a whole. the way it’s kept, distributed or skewed. pretty big responsibility but they have their whole existence to learn to get it right

it’s a process. they’re not close immediately or even on speaking terms for a long while. I’m sure shadow milk doesn’t make it easy to be. without the souljam being a plot point, things are a lot more about resenting being replaced. being discarded and tossed aside with no second thought and then a shinier, prettier thing taking his place. they’re meant to guard each other, make sure the other doesn’t go too out of line.

shadow milk is typical shadow milk so I’d expect beast-yeast eps 7-8 would most likely still happen in some form or another. it’s only after that that they even begin to try and mend whatever grievances they have with each other. for pure vanilla it’s pretty much the motivations he has after he’s awakened in canon, for shadow milk it’s about being stuck together. hold your friends close and your enemies closer type deal. plus he’s debilitatingly lonely. I don’t think some grand romance would happen anytime soon. give these little freaks another century or so to work on it. eventually I do believe they become pretty inseparable though.

+ ALSO I still think beasts would have been made with their powers and purpose there to begin with and ancients would have to prove themselves worthy kind of closely to the way they would in crk.

plus I’d like the ancients to be a little less benevolent in this. they’re flawed people regardless but I think inherently being placed in a role that was created to hold someone else in line would do things to people. esp if said people want you super dead

that’s as far as I’ve thought up. I’d love to sit down and properly brainstorm about how the rest of the cookie world would function under the beasts and ancients

#my adhd had a field day with this one #play sorry we’re closed ‼️‼️#my art #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #shadowvanilla #pureshadow #crk fanart #crk #digital art #artists on tumblr #sketches

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almostmylove · 4 months ago

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A binding ring

Part 1

Damien Wayne x reader

Synopsis: after Damien leaves most of his life in the assassin league he forgets one thing, his fiancée, you.

Warning: my spelling is bad and English is not my first language. Unrequired love.( I’m trying to improve my writing)

Damien Wayne al ghul was many things. a son, a brother, demon assassin, robin and even an enemy but to you , he was your fiancée and your love.

You two had known each other since birth and you attribute that to the fact that your mother and Talia had been “pregnant” about the same time and due to…surcomstance ,you to were promised to each other.

Grow up as his fiancee was tough due to the training that was mandated from both sides of the family to be able to qualified to be with him. You cuddled up to his mother pretty quickly, seeing her as a aunt and it seemed that she liked you too even tho she could be cold when she wanted to.

Damien on the other hand ,He didn’t like you so much, he really didn’t and you were fine with that since love in the legue was a seen a weakness but there was one problem.

You loved damien.

You loved him more than anything in the world. You didn’t know it was because of his skill, position or even personality but you just love him.

When you were young you would follow him around everywhere like a lost puppy and many times it would annoy him to the point were he would yell at you or even fight you.

The bruises, the endless silent cries didn’t stop you, you were ready to follow him to the moon and back if successor you had to so Image your surprise when Damien, the future leader of the legue of the assassins didn’t come back with his mother after rah al ghul had been murder by slade.

You were confused. Maybe a little heart broken that he left you behind but you were a romantic ( something he never understood ) so You asked around. No matter how hard you tried the only answer you got was “ it’s not your business” or “ go ask Talia , she’s the one who knows” and you did.

You were sure she wasn’t going to say anything so why in the hell were you outside of the Wayne mansion!

You stare at the white double doors, taking a minute to take everything in. The mansion was beautiful, with a magnificent garden right behind you and the way the soft yellowish night lights lit up the trees and surrounding area was the piniful of rich money( tho it wasn’t anything that was out of your league) it still managed to amaze you.

You knock on the door, your knuckles white with strain as the sudden quietness fills your ears, waiting for someone, something to fill the blank space.

You stand there awkwardly until you hear the soft and turn of the golden handle. Quickly you straight your outfit which was personal picked by Talia, a white almost dress like with golden accents that looks like it was made for a goddess( your hair accessories in a similar way).

The door opens and your are surprised to see an old man? Maybe a butler base of his clothing, that is now looking at you curiously with a prominate eyebrow raised.

Before you can say anything he speaks up first with proper but heavy British accent.

“ good evening young miss, what may I help you with this fine evening? He enquires , staring down at you . It’s only there when you realize how small you are compared to the aged butler.

You clear your throat. “ I’m looking for Damien Al ghul? Is he around here?” You shift to either side of your feet, your gaze pushing past the side of the butler and onto the hallway behind him trying to peak to see a glimpse of him.

Your vision is interrupted by the door sliding to side which makes you look up at the figure was standing in the way. It seems like the butler had no plans in letting you in . You had to find a way to let him in?( maybe by telling him your relationship with Damien?)

“ excuse me miss?” His voice interrupted your thoughts. “ but I’m curious. Who are you? And why have you come to find master Damien ?”

Perfect!

You stand up straight, lifting your head and the sides of your dress before showing curtíos bow. “ my name is [ name][last name] , i come from one of the branching clans of the league of assassins and current finance of Damien al ghul”

Perfect! You nailed your introduction! You high-fived yourself mentally and by the look of surprise on the butler face it seems he agreed too.

With any other greeting you would try to mask were you came from but Talia had already told you much about them including their nightly activities so it was only fair if they knew too. Worst case scenario the butler would know nothing about the league of assasins and would think you were crazy. Yet it seemed your speculation was right.

“ Damien’s fiancée you say.” The speculation and suspicion in his tone of voice was expected but hearing those words from him was a joy, it was an acknowledgement of your statues with Damien and your future.

“ why don’t we discuss this over tea” he offered, a slight smile on his wrinkled face.

“ of course, I would love to” a bit surprised by his offer but you would never decline an opportunity to talk about him

Carefully he guides you inside , never leaving your side and showing a small tour.

“ what’s your name good sir?”

He chuckled slightly before answer “ you can call me Alfred”

“ so you like tea right? What’s your favorite type”

“ I have quite the pallet for black tea.”

“Quite sophisticated I must say, a classic”

Say miss [name] have you tried cucumber sandwiches ?

“ I don’t think so? Are they good?”

“ i personally like them but you’ll have to try them yourself”

“I’m looking forward to it!”

The soft hum on the car engine runs thru the walls of the enclosure vehicle, only helping to fill the tense awkward atmosphere.

It wasn’t too often where the whole family is in the bat mobile after a mission. It was awkward and everyone knew it, Being crapped in a car that mainly only seated 2 people ( 4 max).

Jason sighs. His face facing the side window, a way of not facing anyone he didn’t want to talk to. Dick in the other hand tried to make conversation with just about anyone, talking about the mission they just completed.

It had been a while since he come to Gotham from blodhaven. He told them is was for a mission that lead him here but being honest he just wanted to check up on his family.

Jason on the other hand wanted nothing to do with them. It was purely by accident that he stumbled onto the battle and (hesitantly) decided to help and here he was now.

Tim as silent as ever, concentrated on something in his tablet.

Damien and Bruce where still aloof as ever, showing no other expression that doesn’t show how though they are.

The car ride was silent until a ring shined , shining on the center screen. The name displayed [alfred] caught the attention of almost everyone in the car.

“ answer” Bruce command with a low and smooth voice.

Damien looked away in disinterest in whatever the butler had to say, the car ride was going to be quick!so couldn’t it had waited.

“ what is it Alfred” he waited for the butler to answer, while keeping his eyes on the road as he took a sharp turn. Dick in the back saying a quick hi to Alfred that didn’t go unnoticed.

“ we have company “ he says, his thick accent turning and moving in cursive.

“ who is it Alfred? Just send them away until tomorrow. ” he commands dismissive

Alfred on the side of the screen , clears his throat as if preparing for the next sentence.

“ I can’t master Bruce. It’s an important acquaintances of master Damien”. Damien who was solum and disinterested now has straighter up , now having his ears perked up with a questionable look.

“ what do you mean Alfred? Tell who it is?” His voice is high pitch and reaping with answers? Who’s would visit him at this time and what did they need.

Dick who was listening in shimes in with excitement. “ a friend of Damien’s? I would like to meet them!” He says with a bright smile that is almost blinding.

“ Damien? Friends? That’s a first.” He chuckles mockingly.

The short boy in the front seat scouls, ready to bite back but stops short at the voice of his father.

“Quite.” He glares to the people in the back seat before turning his attention back up front l”Alfred we will be there in five”

“ right at it. Dinner should be ready by then Il see you until then” the old man mentions before hanging up the call.

Once the beep of the call ended question filled the car, mostly directed towards the boy. Not knowing the answers he stayed quiet only answering in a “ we will see soon enough” before turning his head back to the window. The tapping of his gloved fingers on his thighs didn’t go unnoticed by his brooding father.

Closing into the bat-cave , past the hidden sewer and into the long futuristic tunnel everyone held their breath. Specifically Damien who now was more curious then before.

The car raced foward finally landing on a rotating piece that spun them around, their back faced away from the entrance before they could see anything.

Everyone off loads from the car, the first one being Damien. You watch from above the railing in the batcave as he gets out looking around curiously for anyone and taking the opportunity you pounce on him before his vision darts upwards making both of you land on the ground.( him accidentally crushing you when you fall).

You don’t notice the others getting out the car and all you heard is the surprised sounds of them but all you can focus is a flustered Damien under you as you watch his face turn to shock to flustered to slightly confused.

“Beloved?”

He gasps trying to gain back the air you made him lose when you jumped on top of him.( he should have sensed a your presence. Not very assassin or ex assassin of him)

You just cheekily smiled at him the most authentic, cheesy smile at him. Oh how you didn’t know how to express how happy you were to see him. He hadn’t changed a-bit. Still as short as ever but you could never tell your fiancée that. Though his style of clothing did change a bit but that’s to be expected in a new place and invorment.

You let out a girlish squeal as if you were kicking your feet in your bed but you might as well been since you were on top of him.

“ I’ve missed you so much! How have you been? Are you alright? How do you like it here? How many times a day do you eat? Have you meet any girls while I was away?” you stacked question upon question to Damien, he barely had time to process. It was until a booming and commanding voice echoed thru the cave, stopping your blabbering mouth

“ and who might you be?” His father asks. You lift yourself up, extending a hand to Damien which is more than gladly accepts, this still beet red.

You stand straight pat down any dust that might of gotten of your dress before looking straight at the man of night.

You would have imaged him to be taller but then again you can’t say anything. His dark hair and eyes made you see why Talia always stared at her son. He looks a lot like Bruce-well minus the eye color.

Grabbing the side of you dress you lean down and bow your head in a polite and respectful curtsy. You have to show some type of respect, he is your future father in law.

“Pardon me, Mr Wayne. Let me introduce myself.” You placed a hand on your chest and looked up at his stoic face.

“ I didn’t know demon spawn knew polite people, let alone a pretty girl” you heard a deep voice say which you assumed was Jason Todd aka red hood

Dick slightly elbowed Jason in the ribs which quickly shut him up but Damien glare would have told him the message.

You ignored them and continued. “ I’m [y/n][l/n], I have come from one of the branches of the league of assassins, Damien al ghul’s fiancé”.

You audibly hear a gasp from around you and I annoyed scowl from Damien. Their faces quickly changed from confused to shook, even from the stoic Batman

“ no shit!” Jason said and following was dick

“ no way , that so cute”

You looked straight at Bruce Wayne and knew this was going to be a long day. His face was many emotion yet the only one that you could make out was confused, very confused.

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pathologicalreid · 1 year ago

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occupational hazard | S.R.

You and Spencer have a discussion about the dangers of his job.

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: plot discussions from 9x23 (angels) and 9x24 (demons), canon compliant injuries, crying, established relationship word count: 1.23k a/n: thought of this while i couldn't sleep after watching the season 9 finale. also its me. I'm the crier.

Your mother always said you had a problem with staring. In the grocery store as a kid, she would pull you to the side and tell you that you were being rude. It always confused you because you didn’t think it was possible to be rude without speaking.

Spencer never seemed to mind your staring, he’d ask if everything was alright, but he never really asked you to stop or told you off.

So, while he was over at your apartment, sitting on the couch grading papers, you just stared at him. You studied how his hair fell in front of his face as he scrawled on the printed paper, and how he set his jaw when he noticed a mistake. Your brows furrowed when you noticed a small scar on the side of his neck, a confused noise escaped your throat.

That got his attention, “What’s wrong?” He asked, matching your furrowed brows before setting his pen down.

Cocking your head curiously, you leaned forward to try to look at his neck, “What is that?” You whispered. It was an old scar, so you could only really notice it when the light hit it just right.

“What is what?” He asked, looking behind him and on his shirt like he was looking for a spill.

Gently, you reached out your hand and touched the scar with your fingertips. “Where did you get this scar?” You couldn’t believe you had never noticed it before – the two of you had been dating for more than half a year.

He reached up his hand and met yours, intertwining your hands together, “On a case in Texas.”

Your lips parted slightly as you looked at the scar again. “How did you get that scar on a case in Texas?” You asked, even though you were fairly certain you knew the answer.

Turning, Spencer set all of the papers on the side table before he turned back to face you. “I was shot in the neck,” he answered almost a little too calmly. As if it was just another day in the office, and maybe it was to him.

It certainly wasn’t to you. “What do you mean you got shot in the neck?” You asked, your voice was high and reedy with panic. Fear settled in your chest on behalf of a version of your boyfriend you didn’t even know.

“Hey, hey,” he said in an attempt to calm you down. “I’m okay, this happened almost five years ago, love. I’m fine,” he said, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands.

Your eyes were still wide, like deer in the headlights wide, and you nodded despite yourself. “That’s so scary, Spence,” you whispered as emotion burned in your throat. You knew he worked for the FBI and had for a long time. You knew he had been in love with a girl who was killed in front of him – that’s why he was so protective sometimes. You knew he had been in prison for three months for a crime he didn’t commit – that’s why he taught classes for thirty days. This was the first thing you had figured out – you had told him to tell you everything in his own time.

For a moment, he watched you like he had something he wanted to say but wasn’t sure where to start.

You sat on your heels and retracted your hands from his neck, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry I just… I saw the scar.” Awkwardly settling your hands in your lap, you sighed. “You’re right, it was a long time ago.”

“Wait, what just happened?” He asked dumbfoundedly.

Shrugging, you settled into the couch cushions. “I just saw the scar and I was curious,” you whispered as your eyes burned. “I didn’t… I just mean you don’t owe me an explanation.”

Reaching into your lap, Spencer took one of your hands in his, gently skimming the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. “You can always ask, it’s a fact that my job is dangerous,” he told you softly. “Getting hurt is an occupational hazard. It was never my intention to make you feel like you can’t ask me questions about… Why are you crying?”

You wiped furiously under your eyes at the tears that had flooded your eyes, “because you got shot.”

“You’re crying because I was shot five years ago?” He asked in bewilderment, his tone wasn’t belittling, he was genuinely surprised at your reasoning.

Nodding, you pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes in an attempt to stop your tears. “I am a crier; I cry at everything. Please don’t read into this,” you pleaded, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

Gently, Spencer pried your hands away from your face, “Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry, and I don’t know what to do.”

You shook your head, and your bleary eyes met his, “Really, Spence, I’m fine. I’m just a crier, okay? Sad, happy, mad, I cry.” You looked up at the ceiling light and sniffled, fanning your face in an attempt to dry it off.

He was staring at you, “You are quite possibly the sweetest human being I have ever met.” Spencer reached out and pulled you to him, “Look at me.”

Begrudgingly, you looked at him. “How many times have you been shot?”

“I’m not answering that until you stop crying,” he said, sweeping your hair behind your ears.

That answer did absolutely nothing to comfort you. Huffing, you pressed your lips into a thin white line, “I’m fine,” you whispered, “I’m just crying.”

Spencer smiled at you, “That is an oxymoron, and you know it.” His smile faded, “I’ve been shot three times.”

“Oh my god, Spencer,” you said, dropping your head to his shoulder.

He hummed softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “Once in the knee, once in the arm, and once in the neck. Please don’t cry.”

You nodded into him, “Yeah, you’re… you’re okay now, right?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” He asked softly, running his hands along your back.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, “I love you,” you whispered.

His movements falter for just a moment, “I love you too.”

Pulling away and wiping your eyes, “You should finish grading those papers,” you whispered to him, moving away.

Instead of letting you go, Spencer pulled you closer, “I’ll finish tomorrow. I want to be here with you now,” he responded softly. “Are we okay?”

“Your job scares me,” you answered candidly, “but we’re good. We’re great.”

He nodded self-assuredly, “I can’t change the job, but you could meet my team if you wanted to. Maybe meeting them would make you more comfortable with me going out into the field,” he offered. “And maybe I could…” his voice trailed off as he mumbled something else.

Tilting your head curiously, you hummed in an attempt to prod at him, “Maybe you could what?”

“I could make you my emergency contact. If that’s something you’re comfortable with,” he said. “I’ve never really had anyone to add, but I’m sure Emily wouldn’t mind.”

You smiled softly at him, grateful for every bit he let you in, “I would be honored. Just don’t have any emergencies.”

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 5 months ago

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what would happen if monkey!Reader was harassed by a male monkey who tries to woo her and really won't give up(let's assume this happens before the kings announces their courtship since i doubt they would lay a finger on her if they knew) pls i need i've been harassed, heavily uneasely catcalled and saved by a dude who intervened(my hero❤) and i need to portray this asshole dead

Okie! It looks like I am making an oc Monkie demon who is also an absolute prick! I mean not all of them can be ‘nice’ and respectful. Like Wukong and Macaque are assholes there is no doubt about that but they will defiantly not harass Reader into bed with them. They even make sure she know about the cave they set aside for females who are in heat, a cave which is guarded and watched to make sure NO MALES come barging in during such a vulnerable time. They respect that women can and will say no to sex.

Now our price of a monkey demon who I shall name Linshu is NOT like that at all. (Will probably add him into cursed warlords too… hmm. Sorry back to the ask) Let’s get to it.

“Doesn’t it look so pretty!” Spirit cheered as she held up a bunch of flowers in her hands, her face brimming with pure joy.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her pure excitement, ever since you two came to the island she was all smiles. Well after her short fight with her ‘dad’, but that didn’t last too long. You shook the thought away as she went back to looking at the flowers pointing out different ones, telling you the name and even the symbolism behind it. Her dad’s mate loved flowers and explained them to Spirit.

“Well look at these two beautiful ladies,” a new voice caught your attention causing both you and Spirit to turn and look at him.

Immediately Spirit’s face soured while you just looked. He must be someone Spirit met when you were exploring. You didn’t bother saying hello and frowned when your friend stepped in front of you.

“What do you want Linshu?” Spirit growled lowly.

“Can’t I say hi to the new troop members?” He asked with a smug smirk.

You narrowed your eyes at his attitude while looking him up and down. He was a short monkey demon with a dark grey pelt which was pretty well groomed, a rather toned body from fights, she could tell solely by the scars he had. There was a slash at his neck, one across his abdomen and another on his chest.

“Like what you see?” He asked proudly.

You narrowed your eyes again, he acted as though you should bow down to him. Where could someone get the nerve? He must be on some sort of power trip unless he always acted like this. If so then you didn’t want anything to do with this island at all.

“Not particularly, come on Spirit let’s go,” You said calmly.

Linshu’s face flushed in rage immediately gritting his teeth as if you had declared a fight against him or thrown some awful punch. You went to leave without any more talking when he grabbed your arm with a sneer. “Hold it there! You should be honored I’m giving you my attention!”

Your eyes darkened immediately before you moved and decked him across the face, hard. A low growl escaping your lips as you stood toe to toe with him. “Keep your hands off,” You growled. His grip didn’t move when he started yelling profanities at you, he was stronger and you hated that.

“Listen here, you should be honored that one of The King’s ACTUAL people are offering you a place here! You could be my mate and you would fucking love it. I am a powerful demon who is only second to the kings themselves. You have no right to deny me-“ He continued to yell at you.

“Let her go you prick!” Spirit yelled as she came over to help you, her tail lashing angrily.

Growling lowly you were about to speak when he suddenly released your arm and let out a pained cry. You were shocked to see Macaque’s hand on his shoulder, his grip tightening harder with each passing second. A dark threatening look settled easily across his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He questioned smoothly and the monkey immediately held still.

“N-Nothing my King, I was merely speaking with these women- Ah-AHH!” He shouted as blood dripped down his arm from Macaque’s claws.

“Hmm, it appears you don’t know your place,” His words were calm and steady even as his eyes burned with a very dangerous rage.

Loud footsteps came forward and you were shocked to see non other than Sun Wukong himself and to say his mate was the only angry one would be a lie. Rage covered his face while he held his staff over his shoulder, his grip tightly around it.

“Wukong my dear, would you please take these two out? I’m sure they would prefer not to witness this,” Macaque said calmly, while his tail lashed threateningly.

You didn’t even get the chance to say anything as Wukong pulled you away, Spirit following behind quickly. You were too far away to hear the sounds of his screams by the time Macaque began to- teach him a lesson. Not that you have much time to worry about it as Wukong takes you to the healer to check for any injuries.

All in all, you would definitely be in good hands the moment you come onto the island. Weather the two warlords have decided that they want you to be their mate yet or not. These two would definitely protect their troop from those not in it and those who are being assholes. Also that bitch dead, he died and is NEVER coming back. Hope you enjoyed Sleepy!

#dead dove do not eat #sun wukong x macaque #yandere sun wukong #yandere macaque #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #shadowpeach x reader #LMK OC #Monkie!Reader AU #Monkie!Reader lmk au #chu spirit oc #chu spirit

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lotusloong · 3 months ago

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My Mate

Relationship: Sun Wukong/Destined One X Female!Reader

AN: Alrighty first fic I managed to finish for Sun Wukong! Takes place during the game Black Myth Wukong, with slight spoilers for the ending. This is PWP tho, so it's not actually talked about, it's just mentioned about the true nature of the destined one.

Tags: Smut, Slight Gore, Blood, Slight Implications of NonCon, Its done by a demon who is very much dead and isn't graphic but the idea is still there, Jealousy, Possessiveness, True Love, Mates, Slight Freak4Freak, reader and her monkey husband are weird for each other and Bajie suffers for it

Summary: When a demon threatens to take you away, your mate needs to reassure himself you won't be going anywhere.

Read it on AO3!

“Maybe I’ll take your little friend there, make her my wife. I’m sure she’d appreciate the power a real demon can offer her.”

The yaoguai who dared speak such crude words about you was nothing but a red smear across the dirt when your companion was done with him. Panting and sweaty, the suspected reincarnation of the Monkey King stood with his sharp canines bared at the pile of gore at his feet before turning to you. You sheathed your own weapon, relief flooding your veins now that the threat was gone. Your companion took one step closer to you, then another and another, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“My love…?” You spoke, keeping your voice soft to not provoke him.

You didn’t believe for one moment that he would hurt you, but you didn’t enjoy seeing him so upset either. You had been told long ago that you were the reincarnation of the Monkey King’s mate, his queen who died of heart break not long after your husband. You had always carried doubts in your mind growing up, until you met the Destined One himself.

It had been like a piece of yourself long thought lost had found its way home, and you adamantly stayed by his side from that moment on. It didn’t matter if your enemies or companions doubted, you knew in your soul that the monkey demon you travelled with was the Great Sage reborn. The connection you felt was strong, but that didn’t mean you knew everything about each other immediately. You found yourself still learning the quiet ways he communicated with the world around him, and you had never seen him this upset until now.

The yaoguai had been doing everything he could to upset your companion, eager to dig under his skin and see the rumored Great Sage angry. A mistake on his part, as the moment he started talking about you, stealing you away to do unspeakable things, the Destined One had seen nothing but red. With a flash of magic, the enemy had been frozen in place, and you watched in awe as your lover stalked toward them. And as casually as swatting a fly, had ripped the still beating heart out the demon’s chest. The beating that came after was brutal and unnecessary, turning the already dead monster into paste for daring to speak of you in such a way. As you sat in the tree line with your weapon drawn for defense, all you could do was watch in silence.

It was the most erotic thing you have ever seen.

Watching the strong, proud form of your lover turn red as he snarled and growled, pristine armor glinting in the light as it was dirtied for you, had you soaking your underwear in record time.

You had been expecting him to come back to his senses when the fight was won, but still he stalked towards you like a predator. You tried to speak despite the breathless feeling stirring in your gut.

“Th-than-” A bloody hand from your mate rose and cupped your cheek, your eyes fluttering closed at how gently he held you. “Thank you…” You managed, nuzzling further into his palm, uncaring of the sticky red liquid smearing across your cheek. With a squeak you felt yourself being pushed backwards into a tree, the strong form of your mate pushing his heaving chest against yours. You hiked one leg up to wrap around his hips, his free hand immediately cupping your thigh and digging his claws into your soft flesh. You could feel his claws prick your skin and knew you would have bruises in the shape of his hand to fawn over later.

Lips were pushed against yours, and with your gasp sharp canines dug into your lower lip, teasing but never cutting the delicate skin. You whimper and bring your own hands to his shoulders, tugging and pulling at the thick layers of armor he wears for battle. Your fingers can just barely rub against the soft fur underneath and you grind your hips against his desperately. Even with the thick leather padding over his waist, you can feel your mate’s cock straining underneath the layers.

He growls into your kiss, his tongue pulling away from yours as he breaks the kiss for much needed air. You puff as a thin strand of saliva bridging your lips together snaps under its own weight. Your pussy throbs in time with your heartbeat as you look into your monkey’s gold eyes, hazy with lust and pleasure. The hand cupping your thigh pushes you off his hips, much to your displeasure, and the one cupping your cheek pushes back to tangle into your hair. You don’t care that blood gets into your locks, staining it red and sticky, when your mate tugs and pulls your head back to bare your throat. You whimper, pleased at the feeling of his teeth suddenly nipping at the skin there.

“Fucking pathetic demon…” Your mate growls where his lips are pressed against you. “Thinking he can take what’s mine…” You mewl in response to his words. It’s rare when the Destined One speaks, and yet you’ve heard his voice more than anyone currently living.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him-” You start to say, but are cut off by a sharp tug to your hair. Your back arches into his chest, your breasts pushed against the unrelenting metal of his armor. With another jerk to your hair and his hand at your waist, you're suddenly facing the tree you had been backed into. Your hands steady you against the rough bark as you feel your mate’s warmth press against the length of your back. His claws dig under your top and waist band to grip the edge of your pants and underwear. With a rough jerk, the cloth is pulled below the line of your ass cheeks. You moan and hide your face against the bark of the tree, your blush burning at full force.

You’re in the middle of the wilderness, covered in blood, with your pants pulled down for your mate to see. The last thing you want to do is stop. In fact, you want those bloody claws from your mate to grip your hips and fuck you senseless right here against this tree.

“Continue.” He growls from behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see him kneeling in the dirt, his face level with your ass. You spread your legs further apart, as much as you can with your pants still on, bending to push your hips out closer to his face.

“I wouldn’t have gone with him!” You mewl at the feeling of his hot breath against the leaking of your cunt. “I would have fought and, and-I would have found my way back to you!” You cry.

“Good girl.” Your mate growls, pressing a sloppy, wet kiss to your uncovered pussy. You moan in appreciation, wiggling your hips in invitation for more. The monkey demon takes it, pressing his mouth against your pussy and immediately attacking your clit with his tongue. You gasp and bow your head, leaning heavily against the tree as your knees grow weak. It’s followed by the feeling of that same tongue moving towards your fluttering hole, teasing it with licks before going back to your clit in patterns that leave your head spinning. He sucks hard at the pink flesh, and you cry out, pressing back against his face desperately for more.

He rewards you with more, licking and biting the soft inner flesh of your thighs to give your fluttering cunt a quick reprieve before diving back in like a man starved. Your slick coats the inside of your legs, dripping down the legs of your pants and all over your mate’s furry face as he nuzzles the lips of your cunt in a lewd display of affection. You whimper when his tongue enters you again, wiggling as the heat in your gut builds and builds. Just when you think you’re about to tip over the edge, finally get that sweet release of cumming all over your mate’s skillful tongue, he pulls away.

“No!” You cry, looking over your shoulder, wide eyed and desperate for him to not leave you like this. To your relief the reborn Monkey King drapes himself over your bent form again after hastily shoving the armor covering his cock out of the way. You sigh in relief at the feeling of him, the heat from his hard cock pressing against your dripping pussy as he pants in your ear.

“Patience, my future queen.” He coos, his claws digging into the soft flesh of your waist and roaming over the expanse of your back and tummy as he pulls you closer. You give a happy wiggle of your ass in response, biting your lower lip in anticipation. The Destined One hisses at the feeling of your hips pressing against his own, your slick smearing against his skin and fur.

“Patience!” He hisses in your ear again. You giggle and deliberately grind your ass against the thick cock nestled between your cheeks. Your mate hisses and pulls back from you just enough to reach a hand between your bodies.

Your teasing is rewarded with a hard, sudden thrust into your soaked entrance, and your back arches hard as you scream to the heavens. Your breath is knocked from your lungs as your mate sets a hard, fast pace to punish you for your cheek.

You aren’t complaining, the sudden stretch combined with the relentless pounding against the spongy spot in your pussy making you go limp in your mate’s arms and lean further against the tree. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan, getting fucked like a whore in the middle of the woods by your lover.

“Fu-uck, say it again. Say you’re mine…that you’re my mate.” He growls into your ear, and you can do nothing but hiccup and try to do what he commands.

“I-...I’m your-...yourssss-fuck-” You cry, drool dripping down your chin as you pant and moan for your lover. His face nuzzles close to your neck, his relentless pace not slowing down. The slick sound of his cock inside you echoes through the trees.

“That’s ri-ight, fuck! You’re mine, my mate…Gonna make you my queen-” A shiver rakes through your body at the thought of marriage, and he hisses at the squeeze of your cunt. “No matter the time, no matter how long-you’re mine. Always-”

You moan as his teeth sink into the warm skin of your neck, the pain sending tingles of pleasure through you. You’ve lost the ability to speak anymore, babbling nonsense that you hope he understands as pleads and thanks as he fucks you thoroughly.

You can feel your earlier climax building back up, the heat in your lower belly building as your mate loses himself in you. Just a little more-

“Monkey!? Monkey!? Mistress!? Where the hell did those two go?” The sound of Bajie’s voice makes you freeze, your cunt squeezing tight around your mate and making his hips stutter in their pace. He doesn’t stop though, picking right back up at the punishing pace despite the voice of your traveling companion standing a clearing away from discovering you.

Your mate’s cock hits a deep spot inside you, and your pleased cry is cut off by a rough, scarred hand clamping tight over your lips.

“N-not stopping, need you to cum for me-” His voice is breathless against your neck, and you clench down once more. The thrill of being discovered has your climax rushing forth. You just need-

Sensing what you want, like always, your mate’s free hand moves in between the front of your thighs, circling your swollen clit. Within moments you break, your climax rushing over you like a tidal wave. Your muscles seize up as your cunt throbs around the cock still fucking into it, your knees going weak with pleasure. You would have hit the ground were it not for your mate, who holds your weight up in his arms and against the tree as he finally reaches his own peak. Hot, viscous cum floods your womb as his teeth dig into your shoulder again, his groan of pleasure loud and clear.

You both pant for breath as aftershocks ripple through you, lingering waves of pleasure dying down as you relax. Your mate holds you close, his teeth put away as he nuzzles and kisses the curve of your jaw. Your own shaking hand leaves the tree to cup his cheek, holding him closer to you. Your foreheads press together as you breathe each other in, and you can see your mate’s tail giving pleased flicks where it curls high in the air above you both.

“What was-Oh by the gods above!” Bajie’s voice cuts through the tender moment, and you both startle. Your mate reacts first, using his own body to shield your nakedness from the pig yoaguai’s eyes as you try not to scream. Bajie already has a hand covering his eyes as he turns away from the view you and your mate make.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes! Is that a dead demon!? Fuck Monkey, what the hell!?” Your mate growls in response to Bajie’s words, pulling away from you just enough to pull your clothing back up, covering your intimate areas from view. You blush at the feeling of cum leaking out into your underwear as you stand up straight. By the smug look on the Destined One’s face, he’s aware of your thoughts. He ties his own armor back into place with a sniff before pulling you into his side. His claws settle around your waist to help keep you steady on your still trembling knees.

“I-it’s okay Bajie…we’re decent.” You manage to mumble despite your embarrassment. The pig peaks through his fingers at your words before dropping his hand completely from his muzzle.

“Alright, what happened? Who fucks over a corpse?” Bajie grunts, looking at the bloody smear still ground into the dirt a little ways away from your tree.

“He was…He threatened to take me away. Make me his wife.” You mumble. You feel your mate’s grip tighten around you, a snarl present on his lips at the memory.

“So when he’s dead you fuck next to his body while covered in his blood?” You look off to the side, not feeling at all guilty. You’re mostly embarrassed that Bajie walked in on you both.

“No one is taking my mate from me. No one.” Your love growls, tail flicking in irritation at the thoughts.

“You two freaks deserve each other. Just as bad as 500 years ago.”

#Sun Wukong X Reader #Monkey King X Reader #Destined One X Reader #Sun Wukong X Y/N #Monkey King X Y/N #Destined One X Y/N #Sun Wukong #Monkey King #Destined One #Journey to the West #Black Myth Wukong #My Writing

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ultralightpoe · 1 year ago

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Anti-hero - Roy Kent

Authors Note : Based off a request I got {Could you do a Jamie or Roy fic with a girl who feels self conscious as their date to a gala or something? Lots of fluff and comfort! If you don’t want to write it, no worries 💜} A quick reminder that you are all beautiful and truly wonderful. You all deserve the world, and I hope you all find your own Roy Kent. -Ultralightpoe

Word Count: 3,997

Warnings: self doubt. curse words

Requests: OPEN

Main Master list - - Midnights Event List

(Thank you for the gif @50shadesofpemberlypost )

x Enjoy x

I have this thing where I get older but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

When my depression works the graveyard shift

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

It had been an issue for years, one that was directly caused by your mother.

It’s not that she was a villain, and it wasn’t like she knew she was doing it anyways, it was always something that just managed to slip out of her mouth in passing moments . A quick ‘that shows your back fat’ there and a ‘are you sure you like that color? It washes you out baby’. Always said with that tone that made you rethink every decision in life.

She did it out of love.

But the comments she made built up, that and the pressure of school and social media building up. It all took a toll on you. You found your life mixed with new issues. Anxiety, self-doubt, depression, and you became a new person.

It was like a shadow version of you, one that tracked how much she ate and thought about how loud she laughed and how much was too much talking. Every single move you made was tracked and overthought.

But then Roy came into the picture.

At first you did what you usually did, you tried to speak low and not draw too much attention. Tracking how much you laughed and how much you ate. It was fine because your friend group never really realized it, they didn’t know a thing was out of place. But Roy, who had been brought by his sister, was quick to call it out.

“Fucking stop that.” He muttered when you tried to fix your skirt, using his hand to slap yours away. “You look fucking perfect. Take a breath, yeah?”

“I just…. I’m debating the color, everyone else wore pastels and I hadn’t realized that it would be that type of party.” You admit, body hot with embarrassment as a group of girls pass you at the party. But that was the least of your worries, you had eaten too much cake and had tripped on the stairs in front of your friends. Could everyone see your makeup on your neck? Were they laughing at you-

“Do you overthink everything?” Roy blurts, catching your elbow to pull you back gently as a waiter with a heavy tray passes by. “Because I’ll tell you right now that you’re the prettiest fucking woman at this party.”

“You can’t say that at someone’s birthday party.” You laugh, stepping closer to him without realizing. “That’s one of the biggest rules. It’s like saying someone is prettier than Aphrodite. Next thing you know that person will be cursed to marry your father because the goddess hates you.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s…. Greek mythology. I’m not going to marry my dad. It… okay. I’ve ruined this so I am just going to-” You move away quicker than he can follow and you think that it was over. But you had not known just how determined Roy Kent was.

Soon enough he was taking you out, one date became 4 which led to a relationship. 10 months in and you were the happiest you had ever been. He saw you, in every outfit and every mood and every way, and he loved you just as you were.

But there was something you didn’t expect, the amount of attention that would come with dating a professional football player. It was a whole new demon in itself.

I should not be left to my own devices

They come with prices and vices

I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

'Cause you got tired of my scheming

(For the last time)

Lunches with your mother were the worst, and yet you loved her more than anything. Today she chose an extremely fancy restaurant dressed in a Valentino outfit and her makeup to perfection as she cut her salad up with her fork and knife.

“Oh this is dreadful.” She sighs, shaking her head. “There is barely any chicken in here. This is insane. Do you see chicken?”

“There is chicken.” Roy shrugs, narrowing his eyes a bit. Lunches with them were always such a weird dynamic considering they were exact opposites. Your mother looked for drama, she thrived off of arguing. Roy chose brutal honesty, he worked best on shutting arguments down before they could even start. “It’s right there.”

“Oh, baby that is a terrible color on you.” She huffs, sitting the plate back down and turning her glare on you as her hand raises to call the server over. “It washes you out. What have I told you about-”

“She looks fucking stunning today.” Roy scoffs, blinking slowly.

“It’s fine.” You whisper to him, trying to defuse the situation.

“No, it’s not.”

“Now I read somewhere that there is a big fundraiser gala coming up, it was in the paper. I assume you both will be attending.” Your mother begins, smiling when the server starts heading over. “You should let me dress you darling. I know how you get anxious about that all and I want to make sure you look your best.”

“She’ll look bloody fantastic in anything-”

“Oh you finally decided to serve your table.” Your mother interrupts him, talking to the server and completely disregarding your boyfriend.

He takes a moment to lean over to you, catching your eyes. “I’m about to stab my fork into my fucking eye.”

“I know.” You smile, leaning in closer to kiss his cheek which makes him growl a bit at the pda but you see the smile he fights off anyways. “We’ll be gone soon.”

“You look great and the dress you pick will be fantastic. Don’t listen to her.” He gruffs out.

“Have you seen those posts of you two? They were commenting on your age difference and I just want you to know that I do not think you are too immature for him. Truthfully honey I am proud, I never thought you’d make it with someone so accomplished. I mean it’s not like you had many prospects.” She laughs as the server sends Roy a wide eyed look while taking her plate away leaving the table once more.

“That’s it.” Roy snaps, slamming his silverware down on the table and pointing his finger at her. “You watch how you speak to her. She’s perfect. And she will be a bombshell at the gala.”

Your mothers face flushes, blinking at him slowly as Roy goes back to his meal like nothing happened while you fight off a smile, your foot rubbing his calf under the table in a silent thank you before you try to pull it back only for his legs to slam shut keeping your foot held there.

He sends you a sharp look, but the corner of his mouth curves up and you know that was his way of showing his love so you take it, smiling right back at him.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

The dress you chose for the gala was perfect, you were excited to wear it and truthfully you were excited about the whole thing. This would be the first event you had ever attended with the Richmond team in the public eye, and you wanted to make a good impression.

But your mothers words from the years rang through your head constantly as you waited for their practice to end, leaning against the wall in the hallway as you thought about everything.

“Oh! Hello.” A angelic voice rings out, pulling your attention to Rebecca Welton coming down the hallway, making you stand up quickly.

“Ms. Welton! Hi, hello, hey…. I’m saying hi in too many ways.” You blush, moving to shake her hand. “It’s great to see you again.”

“I was just about to say the same thing. Are you waiting for the boys?”

“I am, yeah. My car is in the shop so I need a ride.”

“Oh lovely, will I be seeing you at the gala? I have been planning it for weeks, my ex husband used to plan it. The wanker.”

“I’ll be there. I just hope I dress well enough.” You laugh slightly, but her eyebrow raises and you panic slightly. Did everyone on this team just see right through all your shit?

“You’ll look perfect. I wish I still had a figure like yours.”

“ANGEL!” Someone calls out before you are lifted into the arms of Danny Rojas, kissing the side of your face as he swings you around.

“Alright. Set her down, will ya?” Roy snaps, coming around the corner and rubbing his knee as Danny sets you down quickly, kissing your cheek one more time before heading away. You lean forward and rub Roy’s knee right where you know he feels the most pain.

“Is it hurting a lot?” You mumble, as he pulls your hand away. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, I just don’t want to moan in the middle of this hallway. Let’s go home?” Before you can even answer he is grabbing your bag and moving to take you to the car.

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby

And I'm a monster on the hill

Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city

Pierced through the heart, but never killed

Roy was in a shit mood the day of the gala, slamming cupboard after cupboard. You knew he was irritated about having to dress up and see the reporters that used to write about him all the time, and you knew in moments like this it was best to let him work through it. But sometimes you just couldn’t stay away.

Shuffling closer, in his shirt, you wrap your arms around his center and shove your face into his back. He huffs out as he keeps swiping the sponge against the counter, but he doesn’t push you away so you take a chance and kiss between his shoulder blades. “It’s going to be okay. What they say about you doesn’t matter.”

He sighs out, letting go of the sponge before turning around in your arms and wrapping his own around you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You were young and they were assholes for that…. So fuck them.”

“Fuck them.” He repeats.

“You’re going to walk by them in your fine ass suit with your fine ass body-”

“Please don’t objectify me.” He mumbles, but a smile is already on his lips as he leans down to kiss you deeply before pulling back. “And I will have the brightest fucking gem with me tonight.”

“Oh, c’mon.” You blush, trying to pull back but his arms are tight around you.

“I think we need to fuck.” He huffs kisses at your face again.

“Don’t be so crass!” You laugh, trying to escape him and shuffling you both to the bedroom right as your phone rings. “It’s my mother.”

“No. Don’t answer.”

“I have to, or she’s gonna be mad.” You answer back, watching his face turn dead serious as he looks at you. His hands come up to rub at your jaw.

“You listen to me you little rat.” He mumbles, you fighting back a laugh at the nickname. “Don’t listen to a word she says, because you are beautiful.”

“I won’t. I promise.” You promise, kissing his lips deeply and losing yourself to the kiss for a moment before he pulls back and shuffles to continue cleaning the counter. You swipe your thumb across the screen and mumble out a “Hello mother.”

“Oh you’re there! I thought you were about to ignore my call.” She snaps through the phone.

Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism

Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as time)

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all its meaning

(For the last time)

You broke your promise, and you let your mother get the best of you.

Her words from earlier bounce around your mind as you get ready. You debate whether or not your hair looked healthy as you spray hairspray across it. Did it look greasy? Untamed? Could they see your split ends?

Was your nail polish the wrong color? Was there a patch of hair on your legs that you missed? Did the dress color wash you out? Did you look too heavy? Was it too late to cancel?

“You look…. “ Roy blinks, coming up behind you to help zip the dress. “Fuck.”

“Is that good?” You ask, biting at your lip as he leans to kiss the nape of your neck.

“Good? You look bloody amazing.” He snaps, kissing your neck one more time before standing straight. “Now let’s go make money.”

“What are we fundraising for? I never looked into it?”

“I have no fucking clue.”

“Right.” You laugh, turning with your hand in his as he kisses your knuckles softly. “Then let’s go make money for whatever needs money.”

“Make a fortune.”

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Your lip was worn down from the amount you had been biting it.

Walking up to the gala you saw a red carpet with dozens of flashing cameras and begin to panic as you get closer, your hand tightening in Roys as he stands straighter. You would not be able to handle the cameras and see your picture all over the internet. What would people say? They would trash you, oh how bad would it be?

But Roy, ever the perfect man, simply held your hand tight and walked across the red carpet with a confidence that made your skin hot. He muttered to each that called his name, his voice deep and uncaring. “No. No. Fuck you. Fuck off. Fuck no.”

A smile blooming across your face as you let him lead you into the building where everyone is walking about with drinks in their hand.

“I’m going to go get us drinks. Your usual?” He asks, waiting for your nod before heading in the direction of the bar leaving you standing there to take a look around.

You took your chance to look around at everyone around you, smiling at anyone you make eye contact with. The anxieties began rising, as every gorgeous female passed you in their perfect dresses. Was your dress cheap looking? Did you look pathetic?

You were caught up in your thoughts as Jamie approached with his date, a model that introduces herself with a hug that makes you sniff caramel, leaving you with a crater in your chest as you look at her perfection. Jamie talks about the gala, looking around at everyone as a flash makes you blink, all three of you turning to the person that just took your picture.

“The actual fuck?” Jamie scoffs, staring at him. “We were having a conversation, ye?”

“Sorry.” The man nods, moving to walk off and bumping into Nate with another apology. “Didn’t see you.”

“Hi Nate.” You smile, trying to seem calm when he walks up. “You look great.”

“Thank you! Mr. Lasso actually bought me this suit.”

“Who?” You blink, trying to see who he had been talking about. It wasn’t meant to be a snappy or snide comment, you had yet to be introduced to the new coach and the name didn’t ring a bell at first. But the second you saw the man with the mustache owning the crowd not far off you knew who Nate was talking about.

But when you turn back to Nate you see a glare set on his features, his cheeks a little red as he blatantly looks away from you. “You look great, Jamie. You as well Keeley.”

Then he walks off, bumping into you harshly as he passes which makes the blonde look at you with wide eyes as Jamie excuses himself for another drink.

“Oh, that was extremely rude of me. I shouldn’t have asked about the coach- that was-”

“What are you talking about?” She blinks, looking extremely confused. “You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Here you are.” Roy grunts, handing you the chilled glass. “Keeley.”

“Hello Roy.” She smiles before Jamie whistles to pull her over.

“Did he just call her like she was a dog?” You ask Roy as she walks over, and he shrugs.

“He’s a wanker. Always has been and always will be.” Roy grunts out, rolling his eyes. “He doesn’t ever pass the ball. And he is a massive tool. You should hear some of the things he says to-” He begins to explain as you try to smooth out your dress before his hand shoots out to stop you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Your answer was too quick, his eyes narrow and he catches it.

“What happened?”

“I just…. I think I upset Nate because I asked to Lasso was and I didn’t mean to and everyone here looks amazing. But I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“Did that little fuck say something?”

“No. It’s fine Roy. Everything is fine.” You smile, leaning forward to kiss his lips which he allows before moving back and holding his hand knowing he doesn’t like pda. “Let’s go find our seats?”

I have this dream my daughter in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out

"She's laughing up at us from hell"

“Hello Roy, you handsome devil you.” A southern voice rings out, walking up to where you and Roy were seated together. “And what pairs so well with a handsome devil? An angel.”

“The devil is technically… well historically the devil is an angel.” You blush, immediately feeling stupid as the fun fact slips from your lips. “Well, I mean- I’m sorry that was stupid.”

“Stupid? Absolutely not. I feel ashamed that I didn’t know it.” He laughs, leaning to shake your hand. “My name is Ted, all my friends call me Ted which means you must.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you. Roy was telling me about all the new techniques at your practices.” You smile, making your boyfriend shake his head.

“I said nothing good.” Roy huffs.

“He said everything good.” You smile which makes Ted smile back.

“You both look fantastic. Have a drink on me, since it’s an open bar.” Ted jokes, moving to walk away as Roy places his hand on your lower back.

“Why the fuck would you tell him that I said good things?” He huffs and your stomach drops.

“I’m sorry. It was just teasing and you do always say great things about him so-”

“Take it easy. You are fine.” He shakes his head. “Are you okay?”

You hadn’t noticed but your fists had clenched and your nails were digging into your skin, his own fingers were quick to make you release the hold and rub his thumb over the crescent marks left on your skin before bringing your hand up to kiss your palm.

“I thought you hated pda.” You whisper, leaning so your foreheads were pressed together as he pretended to roll his eyes.

“Fuck it. I have a gorgeous date and I deserve to kiss her in public.”

“Are you sure? It’s a big move for you.”

“Have you seen yourself? Prettier than the goddess aphrodite.” He smiles and your eyes widen.

“How. Dare. You! What have you done? I’m going to have to marry my dad now. Roy, how could you have done this to me?” You laugh, shaking your head. “I also cannot believe you remember that from almost a year ago.”

“Of course I remember.” He blinks. “That was the first conversation I had with the love of my life. Who would forget that?”

“Oh knock it off.” You mumble, shaking your head.

“Knock it off? Knock what off?” He snaps. “Do you realize how fucking lucky I was that day? The day you looked at me? My life was made. The second best day of my life.”

“Second?”

“Second. My niece’s birth is the first.”

“I’m fucking honored.” You laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

“Did you just cuss?”

“I did. I’m sorry. My mother would kill me.” You blush.

“Can I be honest with you for a second?”

“When are you not?”

“Fuck your mother.” He blurts, which makes your eyes widen. “I hate her. I think she is miserable and you are far fucking prettier than aphrodite and you don’t have to worry about the goddess making you marry your dad because I will be marrying you. No goddess or god could keep me from you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re stuck with me. And I need you to stop being to fucking mean to yourself. You hear me?” He asks seriously. “Because that’s the love of my life you are talking about.”

“I can try.”

“Good. Now lets get another round and wait this fucking gala out. Then lets go get actual food because I know you skipped lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You smile before a flash blinds you once more, making you both whirl to the man with the camera.

“You fucker-” Roy begins to stand as he dashes off.

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

You both end up at a late night potato stand, sitting on one of their benches as you both laugh at the memory of the auction that had taken place.

“A fucking grandma bid on me. You know how embarrassing that was?”

“Hey! I bid on you too!” You laugh, body shaking from laughing so hard. “And Keeley!”

“Keeley was pissing that little wanker off.” He huffs, rubbing your thigh gently as you keep his blazer wrapped around you. “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

“Thank you for bringing me. I am sorry I upset Nate-”

“Stop saying sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He mumbles, leaning to dig his spoon into your baked potato and take a big mouthful of it. “Fuck. That is good.”

“You say that about anything I get! You always do this!” You laugh, pretending to pull the potato away.

“You always choose better!”

It's me, hi (hi), I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)

At tea (tea) time (time), everybody agrees (everybody agrees)

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

“Fuck!” You wake up to the sound of Roy yelling from the kitchen, rushing to wrap yourself in the sheet left on the bed from last night as your feet pad across the floor to find where he is at.

You find him sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, glaring at his laptop, until he sees you coming out of the bedroom in just a sheet.

“Fuck.” Unlike his last curse this one is said with a lusty tone, setting the coffee down as you come closer to the couch and move to sit by him.

“What’s got you so mad, handsome?”

“They posted a picture of me and they said I’m retired. What fucks.”

“Is it a bad idea? To be retired?” You ask, moving to straddle him before he can pull an attitude. “You would have more time with me. More time to hang out and cuddle and sleep and…. You can finish the rest.”

“.....Fuck.”

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heyy can you write something fluffy/crack for castiel?? your writing is so funny i have to ask

Love is an Open Door - Castiel Novak

A/N - hope this is fluffy/crack-y enough for you anon! it's more fluff than crack, and i actually haven't gotten up to the part where cas is human so excuse me if i got it wrong (also it's my first cas fic as well so...) Word Count - 1291

The first time you meet Cas, you slam the door in his face.

“Sam! Dean! There’s a weird man in our bathroom!” You practically shout, scrambling back from the door towards your older half-brothers. They’re both up in a second, the door open wide and guns pointing in the angel’s face. They let out a collective sigh, lowering their weapons in sync (you love it when they do it, you always mentally giggle despite the situation).

“This is Cas.” Dean says gruffly. You stare past him at the man.

“Angel Cas?”

“The same one.”

“Oh.” You glance him up and down. “I thought he would be…”

You trail off, not quite sure what you thought would be different about him. All you know is he’s weird, and that he was in your bathroom, and that he hasn’t actually said anything yet. You offer him your name.

“I know.” You blink at him, waiting for him to say something, anything, but then he’s pushing past you, his attention focused on Dean.

The next time you meet him, you slam the door in his face again.

“I’m supposed to stay away from you!” You shout through the door. “Get lost!”

Sam and Dean aren’t in the crappy motel, out investigating whatever case they’d forced you to stay behind and research. They’d told you all about the angel that they’d kept away from you. You didn’t really know what he’d done, only that he wasn’t to be trusted.

The flutter of wings behind you has you turning and screaming, the stun gun you’d grabbed before answering the door sticking into his chest, electricity humming. His head tilts to the side as he looks down at the weapon. You exhale shakily, and then you’re outside, running.

The next flutter of wings has you running into him. You let out a shriek, turning and running back to the motel room, and locking yourself inside. You’re sure that he could get in, but you’re also digging through Dean’s bag for the demon knife after the next flutter of wings. You turn, throwing the weapon, your mark hitting its spot in his chest. He looks down at it, poking out of his chest.

“Dean did the same thing the first time we met, you know?” He’s smiling, it’s almost fond, but you know better.

“Yeah! And for good reason! Get lost, you winged- uh, winged ass!”

“What reason?”

“Huh?”

“What reason did Dean have to stab me?”

“Well, you… you aren’t to be trusted.”

“You don’t sound sure about that.” Cas seems to be… teasing you. What?

“Well, I don’t know the reason why. But you aren’t to be trusted, Sam and Dean told me to stay away from you.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong. They speak with me often, and I help them with their tasks. Sam and Dean also told me to stay away from you. I wished to know the reason why.”

“Oh. I don’t know. They like to keep me away from hunts, I guess. Maybe they think you’ll help me join in.” Cas tilts his head.

“Maybe.”

And then he was gone, the now familiar rustling of wings signalling his departure.

It’s months before you see him again. It feels like a pattern, slamming the door in Cas’ face, albeit, a long, strange and twisted one, but a pattern nonetheless.

The apocalypse is over, Lucifer and Micheal trapped in the cage in hell, Sam and Adam trapped with them. Dean was living with Lisa and Ben, and you were hunting. After all your older brother’s had done to protect you, you’d taken up the mantle, hunting solo since they’d stopped. The motel room is dingy, but it’s a room, rather than the ugly little car you’d stolen months ago when you’d gone off on your own.

He’s standing at the motel door. You slam it in his face. When you turn, he’s sitting on the bed.

“You’re alive.” You say, deadpan.

“I’m alive.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Sam’s alive.”

It makes you pause. You turn back to the angel. The winged ass, as you had called his last time. “If you’re joking, it’s not funny.”

“I’m not. He’s back. I don’t know how, but he is.” You swallow, looking at Cas intently.

“Why are you telling me this? Where’s Dean? Surely he’d want to know.”

“Dean’s happy. Telling him would only make him leave that.”

Your absentminded nodding confirms his thoughts. “Alright. Take me to him. He won’t be happy that I’m hunting but he’ll hopefully overlook it because he’s happy to see me.”

A flutter of wings. You’re outside another motel, in another state. It’s just as dingy as the one you’d been in previously. Your bag is packed and in Cas’ hand. He hands it to you, and then he’s gone before you can ask him which room your previously dead half-brother had decided to call home base.

It continued that way for years. You slamming the door in Cas’ face before you gave him the time of day. Sam and Dean were grateful for it, the reason they’d kept you and Cas apart years ago sticking in their minds.

“Your sister is pretty.” Cas had told them, once you’d left the motel room to go and stock up on snacks.

“You stay away from her, you hear?” Dean had said then, knife pointed in Castiel’s direction. He’d looked between the brother’s, both of them glaring at the angel like he’d threatened to kill their puppy. Cas nodded, swallowing.

By the time you’d come back, he was gone.

A small fondness always washed over you when you thought about the angel. Through it all, he’d been there, standing behind the doors you’d slammed. He’d never complained that you did it. Instead he was always standing behind you when you turned, a small smile on his face.

It was sort of like a game. It was your thing.

So when you slammed the door in his face, and he wasn’t behind you with that gorgeous little smile on his face, you opened the door.

He was standing there, with that little smile on his face. “I’m human.”

“Oh.” You looked him up and down. “I thought you would be…”

His smile widened across his face. “Can I come in?”

You let him in, a smile on your own face. “So. Human. You’re just like the rest of us then, huh?”

“Yeah.”

You both stood there for a bit, not quite sure what to do. Cas was human. The angel that you’d thought was too good for you, too heavenly to even try, was suddenly… human.

“Can I-” You both paused as you spoke in unison. You smiled, gesturing for him to go first.

“Can I just say something crazy?” He asked.

“I love crazy.” You said quickly.

“Life recently has been a series of doors in my face. And then suddenly, you’re there. I feel like I’ve begun looking forward to the door slamming.”

“Oh.” You smiled. “I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place. Out of my brother’s shadows. And maybe it’s the wine I had earlier, or maybe it’s just you. But with you, I found my place. I feel like you see me. Not just as John Winchester’s bastard daughter, or the half-sister to the Winchesters. You really see me. For me. Not just for my family.”

“Oh.” He smiled. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

You nod eagerly, and then his lips are on yours.

Your brothers decide that moment to come back into the bunker.

You pull back, both of you looking at them. You turn back to Cas, then shrug, and go back to kissing him.

You can deal with that later.

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traveler-at-heart · 1 year ago

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Across the Natashaverse - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Summary: After you're sent to another world, Natasha has to deal with yourself, from another universe, and a very different life.

Other POV from this fic.

“Put more weight on your left foot” Natasha says, barely checking America’s movements.

Of course she knows this is important. Maria asked her to train Chavez in the basics of hand to hand combat. Her mind is elsewhere, though.

Especifically, you.

Natasha thought she was doing you a favor, she really did. Someone as kind as you could do much better than her. Agreeing to a date would only give you false hope, so she rejected the invitation.

It was foolish of her to think that things would be the same after that. You weren’t distant or rude, though that might have been easier.

Every morning, you’d still have breakfast with her, show her funny videos or tell her about your latest discoveries in the lab with Stark, which in the end, were related to her work as well.

You simply stopped sharing your interests, or going out of your way to seek her company. Long gone were the days of sitting together at the Met while you talked about your favorite paintings. Or the grocery shopping that turned into strolls through Central Park and ended in your favorite bookshop.

All that was left now were pleasantries.

“Am I doing it right?” America asks. She sure as hell isn’t, so Natasha shakes her head, hoping she can manage to focus on the task at hand.

“Stop” she says, stepping on the sparring mat.

“Please don’t tell me you want me to fight you”

“You’re punching the air, Chavez. The only way to learn is by doing. It will be fine”

The girl doesn’t seem too convinced, but Natasha starts with slow movements and corrects America as they go. When the intensity of the training increases, the girl’s powers begin to stir. A yellow flash on the ceiling distracts Natasha, and the next thing she feels is America’s fist colliding with her cheek.

“Crap! Agent Romanoff, I’m so sorry”

But there’s another loud thud, not far from the gym.

“Did you hear that?” Natasha asks, trying to figure what the noise is.

“Maybe”

“Take a break” Natasha instructs, looking around the room to check if everything’s alright. The team is still figuring out the extent of her powers and Natasha worries the girl just unleashed a demonic creature or something.

The redhead is so focused on the room, she doesn’t notice someone approaching.

That is, until she feels a hard slap on her ass, and a sultry voice against her ear.

“There’s my favorite ass-assin”

Five seconds later, she has the intruder upside down, back against the floor, gasping for air.

“Baby, I know you don’t like my jokes but this is a little too much, don’t you think?”

It takes her a second to process what’s happening.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, love” you smirk, all smug despite being knocked down by Natasha. “The weirdest thing just happened, I was going to get a snack because Anya was moody and then fell on my ass right outside the gym”

Natasha stares at you, as if you’re speaking a foreign language. And then it all clicks. The slightly longer hair, how you smell and feel different.

She let’s go of you and starts pulling your shirt by the collar.

“Hell yeah, let’s get naked”

“Where’s your birthmark?”

“I don’t have a…”

“You’re from another world”

“Ah, that’s so sweet…” you try to lean forward and kiss her, but she pushes you away. “Babe, I’m getting mixed signals here”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., call for an emergency meeting”

—

“I’m sorry, she’s what?” Sam points at you, and Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose.

“She’s from another universe. America must have opened up a portal when we were training”

“Alright, so she just opens it back and we correct the mistake”

“It’s not that simple” Tony walks in.

“Uhm, guys. This meeting should be for Avengers only” you lower your voice, eyeing the man suspiciously.

“Hello? That table you’re sitting in so carelessly. Mahogany. Paid by me”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen this man before”

“A world without Tony Stark” Steve says, amused.

“Must be really quiet in your Compound” Sam says and you smirk.

“Why, no thanks to you. Not with all those super models you’re always bringing back to your room” you raise your eyebrows and Sam’s eyes widen.

“I date super models? I wanna go to her world”

Steve and Tony begin to argue about how that will make the multiverse collapse, when Natasha interrupts them.

“She’s messing with you, idiots”

Tony and Sam look at each other and then at you. You almost fall to the ground as you laugh. Since you’re not helpful, the team ignores you as they keep discussing the best way to identify your reality and correct the glitch.

“Y/N 2.0, we need more information about your… where did she go?” Tony grumbles.

“I got this” Natasha sighs, stomping to the kitchen. Sure enough, you’re rummaging through the fridge, complaining at every item of food you find.

“Don’t you have anything with sugar here?”

“You’re free to prepare anything for yourself”

“Not unless you want the kitchen to explode, Nat”

The redhead pushes you aside, while you look around the living room, inspecting the pictures on every place you can find.

“No wedding? Or Anya?”

“Nope” Natasha says, her voice shaking lightly.

“Why?”

“None of your business” she says, handing you a plate with a sanwich.

“Thanks. How did you know I was lying about Stark and Wilson?”

“Your voice gets all high pitched when you tell a lie” she answers, refusing to look at you.

“Huh” you mumble, taking a bite out of the sandwich. “Um. Is this peanut butter?”

“Would her Highness prefer caviar?” Natasha teases, but turns around and finds you covered in hives. “Shit!”

“That’s fine” you say, struggling to breathe. “Nothing an epi can’t fix, love”

You pass out in the middle of the kitchen, wondering if you’ll leave this foreign universe in one piece.

—

After leaving you at the medbay, Natasha goes back to the meeting room. She’s examining all the reports and missions that are related to multiverses. It’s a lot to digest, including all the quantum physics.

Alone for the first time since this whole thing started, she finally allows herself the chance to miss you. Right around this time, you’d be making dinner, and she’d be in the kitchen, pretending to help just to be close to you.

What if she never gets you back?

“Hello, there” a voice says. You approach slowly, knowing it’s best not to surprise her.

“How are you feeling? I’m really sorry…”

“There’s no way you could have known. It honestly never occurred to me that things like allergies were different” you say, patting her leg. “Interested in string theory?”

“Yeah, it’s a great ice breaker” Natasha says, and you chuckle. “You don’t seem too worried”

“The America Chavez of my world has had a bit more training. I’m sure I’ll be back home for lunch tomorrow”

“You could have said something!” Natasha feels the need to kick your ass again.

“Hey, I was gonna! And then I almost died”

“Jerk”

“What are you so worried about? She’s in a safe world”

“What if your Natasha gave Y/N a similar welcome?”

“Oh, I’m sure she had her pinned to a wall, only for very different reasons”

Natasha turns to you, alarmed. Her jealousy is so obvious that all you can do is laugh.

“There it is. I wasn’t sure you had any feelings towards her. Wanna tell me what happened?” you nudge her chair with your foot and she looks at you, annoyed.

“She asked me out, gave me flowers, I said no”

“Flowers, huh? Well, she’s more romantic than me. Natasha and I were pretending to be a couple for a mission and then I just blurted out I wouldn’t mind doing it again under different circumstances” you explain, laughing at the memory. “But hey, if flowers and chocolates aren’t your thing, I respect it”

“It’s not like that”

“Then, what is it like?”

She thinks back to all the times you’ve made her feel safe, cared for, loved. You make it look so easy, but for the life of her, Natasha can’t figure out how to reciprocate.

What you make her feel, is too good and beautiful for someone like her.

“I haven’t earned her love” is all she manages to say.

“Natasha” you call, softly, and only speak when she finally turns to you. “You don’t have to do anything to be deserving of love”

There is silence, and then you take her hand in yours.

“Come on, I’m starving. Let’s grab some Chinese”

“Fine. No more peanut butter, though. I don’t want to fight myself if something happens to you”

“Now that would be entertaining”

—

Next morning, everyone is back in the meeting room. Apparently, due to some bad experiences, they’ve decided you should come back to your world immediately, before the universes collapse.

“I promise you, it will be fine” you insist. Natasha is the only one that seems to believe you, so you save yourself the trouble and spin around in the office chair.

“Can you stop?” Steve says, irritated.

“I’m trying to create a vortex that is powerful enough to send me back to my reality, Steve” but he still glares and you stand up. “Fine. I’m getting a snack”

As you exit the room, Natasha comes running behind you.

“Wait. I wanted to apologize”

“Steve is an old grumpy man, don’t sweat it”

“No, not about that. I’m sorry for… being so hard on you when you first got here”

“We deal with aliens and all kinds of threats. It’s not so crazy to think that an intruder is dangerous. It’s all good, Nat” you shrug your shoulders.

“I just wouldn’t be ok if your Natasha had acted that way with my Y/N”

“Your Y/N?” you repeat, pleased as Natasha blushes. “Good for you, Romanoff. Get the girl. Trust me when I say, she’ll make it worth it” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“Such a flirt”

“We can’t help ourselves around you, no matter the universe”

You wink, and walk to the kitchen, leaving Natasha in the hallway.

Inevitably, she thinks about you. The one that belongs here, with her. Are you enjoying your time in that other universe? Will you resent her for bringing you back? Maybe that Natasha is more loving and sweet, and you’ll finally realise that she can’t actually make you happy…

Her thoughts begin to spiral again, until the commotion in the room breaks her train of thought.

“Damn, you fell from the ceiling” Sam says, looking up. A yellow portal closes just as Natasha opens up the door. Everyone’s around you, and when your face comes to view, Natasha’s heart almost stops.

There’s a little cut and bruising from the fall, but you’re back.

She pushes everyone, and wraps you in her arms. You return the gesture.

“Hey, it’s ok. It’s me”

She hugs you closer, smiling against your neck.

Natasha’s never letting go again.

—

“So, tell me everything!” you say, sitting next to Natasha as you drive back home. “Did I tell you I almost died to peanut exposure?”

“Looks like someone had fun” your wife comments and you smile.

“What about you, my love? Did you do anything dirty with my other self?”

“Well, there might have been some kissing and touching before I noticed…”

“Not to brag, but the other Natasha was on top of me” you say, trying to pretend like it’s no big deal your wife kissed another you.

“You pissed her off and she threw you to the ground, didn’t she?” Natasha smirks.

Damn it.

“Maybe”

Seeing your daughter brings you back to reality. Fun as it was to be in another universe, your life is perfect here.

“Mommy, are you cooking dinner again tonight?” the girl says as you carry her to the kitchen.

“Uh… let’s have lunch first, yes? Go wash your hands”

Natasha hands you a plate of what the other Y/N made and you gasp.

“Holy crap, this is delicious! Babe, not gonna lie, I wouldn’t have judged you if you fucked her against a wall after tasting her food”

“You’re such an idiot” Natasha rolls her eyes, sitting on your lap and stealing a bite of the pasta. “But you are my idiot”

“Always and in every universe, baby”

You kiss her softly, happy to be home.

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