#If none of these ideas leave me alone then I guess I’ll just continue to stick with them

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Totally didn’t see that arcade machine from Security Breach a few months ago involving “Dr. Scraptrap” and mad science, and have since been thinking about it continuously, and planning out an AU for it.

Totally don’t have several versions of the AU or anything. I’m fine. Not coming up with so many AU’s all of a sudden, definitely. 👍

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(Continued from this snippet! Content notes: police interrogation, homophobia)

“You don’t look gay.” The detective gives Steve a very obvious once-over. Steve tries to look gayer as subtly as he can. 

“Sorry,” he says. “Guess I’ll have to let my boyfriend know you don’t think I look gay enough to fuck him.”

The detective’s face twists slightly, like he’s smelled something bad. “No need to be like that. I’m just saying, I bet a good-looking guy like you could get a girlfriend pretty easy.”

“You’re not my type,” says Steve. He smiles with his teeth, even though his heart is going fast and he can feel his palms starting to sweat. 

The detective’s hands tense, and Steve wonders if he’s about to get hit, but they relax again and the detective sits back.

“Just doing my job,” says the detective. “Because, funny enough, we asked around with all your little friends, and it seems like you used to be a bit of a ladies’ man.”

“Things change,” says Steve. 

“In fact…seems like none of your friends ever even saw you talk to Munson before. Moved in different circles and everything. I remember what high school was like.”

The detective leans close. 

“So why would the captain of the swim team, a nice normal boy from a good family with a string of pretty girlfriends, ever—ever—stick his neck out like this for some murdering scum like Munson? That’s what I’m trying to figure out, here.”

“Don’t fucking talk about him like that,” says Steve. His mouth is dry. His pulse is thundering in his ears. “He didn’t kill anyone. He was with me the whole time. He’s—he didn’t kill anyone.”

“Hm,” says the detective. 

It takes a while for them to stop interrogating him. They keep asking him the same questions over and over, trying to trip him up. He asks for water and doesn’t get it. In the back of his mind, a hysterical little voice is shrieking Scoops Ahoy! I work for Scoops Ahoy!, but he manages to keep it locked down. Doesn’t let himself get baited, just keeps repeating that Eddie was with him the whole time and neither of them know anything. 

It takes a while, but it’s over eventually.

When he leaves the station, Eddie’s standing outside with Hopper and Joyce Byers, wearing a shirt and jeans that definitely belonged to Jonathan at some point. Eddie’s got his hands tucked into his armpits, looking antsy and tense, but he’s free and standing on his own two feet. It’s a pretty big upgrade from when Steve last saw him about a week or two ago. 

It’s almost too easy to go straight over to him, wrapping him up in a tight hug like they’ve had their arms around each other a million times. 

“Oof. Easy there, tiger,” laughs Eddie. “I’m, uh, still a little fragile.”

“Sorry,” says Steve, and loosens his hold. He doesn’t let go all the way.

“Come on, boys,” says Joyce. “I’m taking you two home. Steve, Eddie’s been staying with us, but we’re a little short on spare beds and it’s not great for his recovery. We’re moving him to your place until we can figure out something better, okay?” 

———

Joyce drops them off and helps carry in a few garbage bags full of Eddie’s stuff. There’s not that much.

And then the door closes behind her, and Steve’s alone with Eddie for the first time since—actually, maybe ever. 

“So,” says Eddie. “What…the fuck, Harrington.”

“Is that an actual question?” Steve says. He rolls his shoulders, trying to get some of the stiffness out. “I mean, didn’t Hopper and Mrs. Byers explain everything to you?”

“Kind of? I mean, I still think this is probably the worst idea of all time, but they told me—anyway, what I meant just now was a much more personalized and individual what the fuck. As in, why the fuck would you agree to any of this? You know you’re never gonna get another girl in this town to look at you now.”

“Dumping me already? Ice cold, man.”

Eddie groans and actually throws his hands in the air in frustration. Steve hadn’t known people did that in real life. 

“Jesus christ.” Eddie wheels around and grabs two of the garbage bags. “I can’t do this right now, I need to take a fucking nap. We will be discussing this later.”

“Still don’t know what there is to discuss,” says Steve, but he picks up the last garbage bag and leads the way to the spare room. 

Eddie pitches forwards onto the bed, arms outstretched and face mashed into the pillow. “Fuck yes, I am going to marry this goddamn mattress. Hit the lights when you leave,” he says, slightly muffled. 

For a second, Steve finds himself stepping forward with a hand outstretched to—do something. He’s not sure what. Touch Eddie’s hair, or something dumb like that. His face warms. He’s really glad Eddie isn’t looking at him and doesn’t see how he’s kind of just standing there with a hand out for no reason. 

He turns around, flicking the light switch on his way out, and doesn’t look back.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Machinist 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible bullying, misogyny, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your new boss sets his sights on you. (short!reader)

Characters: August Walker

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You sit out on your front porch watching the lazy sun. It’s one of the rare days off where you’re not bogged down in chores. Just you and swing and a cup of coffee. After the week you had, you need the moment to just not think. 

You close your eyes and lean your head back. It’s the simple things. All you ever wanted was a place to call your own. You got a job that pays for all that. A job you’re good at but one you enjoy less by the day. 

A honk startles you from your serenity. You open one eye and slowly put your chin straight. The shiny black jaguar is out of place on the sleepy street. A few of the kids playing ball in the neighbours driveway stop to point and stare. Your curiosity hardly awakens as you guess at its driver before he appears. 

August steps out, almost comically big for the sleek sportscar. You sip your coffee and sway on the chains. He tilts his head in challenge as he comes around the hood. 

“Didn’t forget about little old me, did you?” He asks. 

“Just having a coffee,” you answer bluntly. You didn’t forget but hoped he did. 

“You’ll need the energy, I’m sure,” he comes down the walk, almost strutting.  

He doesn’t have his usual cap and flannel. His hair is combed neatly and he wears a navy tee so tight, you can see his muscles. You’re not sure they make any clothing that would fit him appropriately. You continue to drink and stare past him. 

“I’m sure google would be more helpful. That car has bluetooth, doesn’t it?” 

“Not as entertaining he insists, “you’re hardly dressed for a day out.” 

You hum and look down at yourself. You wear a pair of grey-green jogging pants and a loose tee; your usually affair for the week. Alone. You sigh and drain the last of the dark roast. 

“Go get changed,” he orders. 

You look at him but don’t move. His entitlement tweaks your eye brow. You take a breath and let it go slowly. 

“Now don’t go getting uppity,” he warns with a wag of his finger, “we might not be at work, but I’m still the boss,” he climbs the porch steps one at a time and stops, leaning on the post beside him, “aren’t I, princess?” 

You stand with the cup in hand, “sir. I’ll go throw on some jeans.” 

“Skirt,” he corrects you. 

“Don’t have any.” 

“Dress, then. I wanna see your legs.” 

You nearly crumple up in disgust. You repress a snarl and swallow, “none of those either.” 

“If it wasn’t indecent, I’d say naked,” he retorts, “since you only dress like some teen boy. Shorts, then, I’m sure you can find something.” 

You blink dully, “I’ll have to look around. Might take a while.” 

“If I have to come in there,” he warns. 

“Five minutes,” you relent and spin on your heel. 

Despite your promise, you are anything but expedient. You rinse out the mug and leave it in the rack. You make your way upstairs and open your dresser, not paying much mind to any of it. You really don’t have what he’s looking for. You aren’t what he’s looking for. You’re sure he could hit the bar downtown and find a pretty bimbo. 

You pull on a plain burgundy tee and the black jean shorts with a run in one leg. You check your reflection but don’t put much into fixing it. You look fine. Teeth brushed, moisturized, what else can you do? 

As you come downstairs, you’re annoyed to find him in your entryway. He has no shame. He shuffles through the mail on the corner table. You reach for your blue sneakers. He coughs and turns to watch you. 

“Definitely not the heel type, are ya?” He remarks. 

You shrug and tie the laces. You stand straight and grab your denim jacket and keys. He reaches to stop you, grabbing the other sleeve. 

“Whatcha covering up for?” 

You nearly roll your eyes. You won’t give him the fodder. You let go and tuck the keys into the small pocket of the short. You grab your wallet and put it on the other side of your hips. 

“We’ll fix this,” he flicks his finger up and down. “I know you think you can run with the big boys but you’re a woman underneath it all. No point tryna hide.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“I didn’t ask,” he growls, “that’s a problem too. You talk when I want you to.” 

You should tell him to fuck himself. You should spit in his face. By the smug smirk dimpling in his cheek, that’s exactly what he wants. No. You’ll let him get bored. You wipe your expression and blink. 

“Well?” He huffs. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl,” he reaches to pat your head like a dog. You try not to wince away, repulsion roiling from his touch. You lift your chin instinctively and he narrows his eyes, stepping closer as he does. He snickers as sets his jaw square, “don’t worry, I know how to break a stubborn bitch like you. Make her into a loyal little hound slobbering for my attention.” 

You look back at him blankly. He waits. You let him. No reaction. Frustration tics in his cheek and his lips straighten. 

“First thing,” he grabs your arm as he turns for the door, “we find something to dislodged the rod from your ass.” 

He drags you outside and keeps hold of you as you turn to lock the door with your other hand. He tugs you so your wrist twists as you struggle to slide the keys free. They jangle with you as he hauls you forward, your feet clattering down the steps. 

“Keep up, princess, your carriage awaits.” 

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Hiii!!! Can you do one on how Matt sometimes feels a little down and likes to journal in peace so the reader always knows to leave him alone and usually goes to nicks room, and when Matt feels better he goes to get reader but they fell asleep on nicks bed and Matt carries them to his room/bed and cuddles. I know you wanted more fluff so I thought about this little idea!!! 😊

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Matt are star gazing when she feels like something’s heavy on Matt’s mind. She offers him his journal and space. 📘

Warnings⚠️: None, just a cute little imagine

Song for the imagine: Kiss Me- Sixpence None The Richer

Oh, Kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift up your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Matt and I laid on the lawn chairs in their yard staring up at the night sky. My favorite thing to do with Matt was watch the stars sparkle in the night sky.

I loved the way his eyes sparkled in the night sky. It made my heart flutter and a sheepish smile crawl across my face.

“How many stars do you think are out there?” Matt suddenly asked me

“Like in our galaxy or in every galaxy?” I asked him

“Mmm ours” he said looking up at the sky again

“I’d say over a billion stars” I replied

“That’s a shit ton of stars” he said giggling lightly

“It is, and that’s just a guess” I said glancing over at him

“We should buy a star, and name it together” he said looking over at me

“I’d like that” I said looking over at him giving him a smile

“What would you name it?” He asked me

“Mm I’m not too sure, maybe stary?” I said giggling

“And I thought I was the boring one” he said laughing

“Hey that’s not nice” I said rolling my eyes at him in a playful manner

“How about buddy?” He asked

“And stary is boring?” I said laughing

“Oh whatever” he said laughing at me and rolling his eyes in a playful way

Matt got silent, and continued to look at the sky blinking slowly. I knew he was deep in thought, and it made my heart warm.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I whispered to him

“Nothing really, just taking all this in. My life, my career….you” he said back

“That doesn’t seem like nothing” I said back

“Well yeah, but you know it’s just my constant thoughts” he said smiling

“Feeling okay?” I asked him

“Yeah I’m good” he said looking at me and giving me a reassuring smile

“You seem a bit down lately” I responded back

“I wouldn’t say down, but maybe not myself” he said looking at me

“You should write” I replied

“Write? I haven’t written in weeks” he said

“That's perfect. I know writing helps you! I’ll get your journal for you” I said getting up

I walked back into the house grabbing Matt’s journal from his room, and his favorite black pen. I walked back out and handed the book to Matt

“I know you enjoy to write while alone, I’m going to head inside” I said kissing him

“You don’t have to go” he said looking at me

“No it’s okay. Enjoy your alone time” I said running my hands through his hair

Matt nodded at me, giving me a half tooth smile before opening his journal. I turned on my heels and walked back into the house

I walked up to Nick's room lightly knocking to see if he was awake. I heard a whispered “come in”, and I opened the door letting myself in, and shutting the door behind me.

“Hey” I said slipping my slides off

“Hey Y/N” he said smiling at me

“Can I hang with you?” I asked

“Of course! Matt fell asleep?” He asked moving over on his bed to make space for me

“Oh no, he’s journaling, and you know he prefers to be alone” I said sitting on his bed

“Oh yeah” he said nodding his head

“What you watching” I asked him covering my legs with his sheets

“I just watched an episode of Love is Blind, but I wasn’t feeling it” he said shrugging his shoulders

“This last season was so drama filled I didn’t like it” I said

“I know it’s like it’s this a dating show what is going on” he said laughing

“Dude for real” I said

“Want to watch a movie instead?” He asked me exiting out of Netflix

“Yeah I’m down” I said propping a pillow up to lean on

“What are you thinking?” He asked

“Mmm Stand By Me?” I asked him

“Yes let’s do it” he said getting excited

Nick put the movie on, and we watched occasionally while having conversations.

“Hey, is Matt okay?” I asked him

“Of course he is, why wouldn’t he be?” Nick asked concerned

“I figured you’re his brother, so he’d tell you something more than me. He told me he just hasn’t been feeling like himself” I replied

“I just think with us getting more popular and our lives moving faster he’s a bit scared he’s going to lose you” he replied

“Why would he think he’d lose me?” I asked getting sad

“You know his anxiety, he thinks you’ll get bored of him having to work so much, and you’d leave him” he said back

“I’d never do that” I said letting my face fall into a frown

“I told him that, but you know how Matt gets once he’s in his head” Nick said offering me a reassuring smile

“I guess that’s true” I said smiling lightly at him

Nick and I finished Stand By Me and put cartoons on, but eventually we both fell asleep. I hadn’t realized how long Matt was outside writing, or how long I’ve been asleep.

In a groggy state I saw Nick's door open, and the light from the hallway flooding in. I didn’t think much of it.

I felt myself getting lifted off the bed, and I woke up a little bit. Wrapping my arms around Matt’s shoulders

Matt brought me down to his room and placed me in his bed putting the covers over me.

“Matt?” I questioned as he shut the light off

“Yeah” he said in a whisper

“Are you feeling better?” I asked as I turned over to the feeling of the bed dipping in

“Yes baby” he said fully laying on the bed and placing the covers over himself

“I love you, and I want you to know I’d never leave you” I said pulling him in to me

“I guess…I guess I just get so scared that you’d get tired of me, and would want something else with someone else” he said wrapping his arm over my waist

“I would never do that you’re the man of my dreams” I said snuggling my face into his neck

“I love you” he said kissing my head

“I love you too” I said inhaling his scent

“Get some rest” he said running his hands up my back

“I like the name buddy” I said

“What?” He asked laughing, thinking you were sleep talking

“For our star together, I like the name buddy” I said again

“Oh…okay my love. We can name it whatever” he said giggling and pulling my head in closer to him

I giggled lightly, and slowly let the sleep take over my body. My body falling limp against Matt’s as my breathing slowed down.

Falling asleep in the arms of the love of my life…what a dream.

The End

This idea had me kicking my feet and giggling. Whoever requested this I hope you loved it, and I love you 😭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[fangsp1der-2099]

Facing Fears

Zoro x gn!reader

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| Navigation | warnings: None! Just Zoro comforting you during a thunderstorm. | a/n : I absolutely LOVE Zoro in the live action so I hope you enjoy 💞. | tags 🏷️ : @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

The rain began beat down harder. You knew a thunderstorm was coming. Thunderstorms were always a fear for you, you had no idea why but the second you heard the loud boom of thunder, fear struck inside of you.

You walk inside ‘The Going Merry’ to try and find some comfort. However the only person inside was the cold and brooding Zoro. He was sat in a chair sipping a mug of what you could only imagine as beer. “Hey Zoro buddy how are you?!” You try making conversation but all you get back is a sarcastic “Great.”

That’s when the first strike hit. You see a flash and a few seconds later you hear a loud boom. You jolt at the sound. “Y/N are you ok? It’s only a thunderstorm it’ll pass.” Zoro says as he takes a sip of his beer. “Says you. If you’re so bothered then I’ll say it. I have a fear of thunderstorms ok?!” You huff at him. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. I was trying to comfort you.” He puts the mug down and crosses his arms. “Comfort me? Really?” You raise your brow at him and lightning strikes again with another violent clap a few seconds after. You quiver at the sound.

“Come here.” He monitions you to sit next to him. “Come on Y/N I’m not going to bite.” You slowly walk over to him, your legs shaking from your fear. You take a seat next to him. “Hold out your hand.” You do as he says and you lay your hand out flat on the table, palm up. He moves his hand over yours and his index finger begins to stroke over the smooth skin of your palm. “Zoro! What are you doing?” You fluster at his sudden movement. “Just shut up.” You open your mouth again but nothing comes out. “Look Y/N I might be strong and it may seem like I don’t care most of the time but I am scared. A lot more than you think.” He flashes you a soft smile and you return it.

You see another flash and another crack splits the sky. You whimper, feeling your eyes water. “Y/N it’s fine. We’re fine nothing will happen.” He continues to stroke your palm and you nod your head. “I’m sorry I know it’s stupid.” He chuckles at you. “For having a fear? I don’t think it’s stupid, everyone has their fears and flaws.” He changes from his index finger to his thumb, applying more pressure to your palm. The reassuring pressure on your palm weirdly made you less on edge and almost comforted.

“Thanks for doing this Zoro.” You smile softly at him. “Well it would be rude to leave you scared and alone.” You laugh softly at his response. “I guess it was a decent thing to do but really thank you,” you curl your hand into a fist, capturing his hand into yours, “however I like this better.” He blushes a soft pink but he doesn’t pull away. “Whatever Y/N. But this is only because I care about you.”

Another flash and boom interrupt your conversation but this time you feel like it was nothing. Like it was normal. Like you had completely desensitised yourself from it. “Zoro look it didn’t bother me!” You let go of his hand and you stand up to celebrate. “Wow I’m so proud.” He exclaims sarcastically. “No need to be happy for me or anything!” You huff at him.

You grab his hand again. “I better not let go. I think you have magic hands Zoro.” You pull him up with you. “Sure you believe that.” He rolls his eyes at you. He pulls you to sit back down and the two of you settle into a soft conversation before you knew it the thunderstorm had disappeared and the suns rays graces you one again. “The thunderstorms passed!” You let go of his hand to run out onto the deck to breathe in the fresh sea air. Zoro looks at his hand and then back at you. Both of you had faced your fears that day.

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a/n : I will be writing requests soon! I promise 😭. Anyway hope you enjoyed 💞

[kueble]

Your Electric Touch Could Fill This Ghost Town Up With Life

My back hurt and I don't have a Soap to massage me, so I projected on Ghost.

Teen. Warnings: none. 2,200 words.

Ghost/Soap

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Soap will never admit it, but he always has eyes out for Ghost. He catches sight of him as soon as he stalks into the mess hall, boots heavy as he stomps over to the food line. Soap keeps his focus on Gaz, but he’s no longer hanging on his every word, too distracted by watching Ghost make his way through the line and perks up in his seat just in time to wave him over. Only Ghost just shakes his head and leaves the room quickly. There is an odd stiffness to his movements, and Soap can tell something is wrong.

“No LT tonight I guess,” Soap mumbles, and Gaz just looks at him sympathetically.

“I know you’ve got your own thing going on with Ghost, but maybe let him have his space tonight. He’s in rare form today,” Gaz warns him, which only serves to pique his curiosity.

“How so?”

“He’s been a right bastard all day. Glared at everyone in the gym, even though he normally doesn’t workout until after dinner when he can have the space to himself. He snapped at me so much that I just fucked off and let him stew in his anger. Apparently he was so tough on the rookies that Price had to tell him to calm down, which I’ve never seen before. He’s in a mood for sure,” Gaz explains with a grimace.

“I think I might have an idea of what’s bothering him,” Soap offers, but Gaz just shakes his head at him.

“Don’t poke the bear, dude,” he warns.

“Maybe,” Soap mumbles before going back to his dinner. He can tell Gaz knows he won’t leave Ghost alone, and they finish their meals in silence. Still, he can’t leave Ghost in this state if there’s anything he can do to help. Hopefully his friend will let him.

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Ghost opens the door as soon as he knocks, almost as if he’d been waiting for him. Or he heard him fidgeting in the hallway while trying to decide if this was actually a good idea. His arms are crossed over his ridiculously large chest, and Soap swallows thickly before holding up two bottles of lotion.

“I have unscented or a peppermint that might help your muscles more. So let me in and I’ll see if I can help?” he asks, not bothering to beat around the bush. Either Ghost will let him in or tell him to fuck off, so better just jump right into it.

“Huh?” Ghost asks, head tilted as he stares at him like he’s insane, which he might be. He waves the two bottles of lotion at him and does his best to act like he has a fucking clue what he’s doing.

“Rumor has it that you’ve been more of an asshole than normal today, and any idiot can see it’s because you’re in pain. That last mission really fucked up your back and shoulders, didn’t it?” he asks, surprised when Ghost hums in agreement and ushers him inside.

“No one else mentioned it,” he points out quietly.

“Yeah, because you’re terrifying,” Soap says with a snort. “Lucky for you, that’s just my type. So are you going to let me help you out? I’ve got a little PT training from my old footie days.”

“Thought your type was anything that moves,” Ghost jokes, but then he adds a soft, “what’s your plan here?”

“I don’t have to get too invasive, but even a short massage should be able to help loosen up your muscles. Hate to see you in pain when I know I can help,” he says. Ghost nods sharply, so he continues, “alright then. Shirt off and face-down on the bed. Keep the mask on, but I may push the fabric up a bit to reach your neck. We’ll see how tense you are.”

“I can handle that,” Ghost agrees, and Soap grins at the unspoken trust. He’s never seen anyone outside of medical touch Ghost’s bare skin, and he understands what a big deal it is. He waits for Ghost to lay down on the bed and then kneels next to him. It’s a tight fit, but he doesn’t want to push his luck too much tonight.

“Unscented or mint?”

“Unscented,” Ghost tells him, and he tosses the other bottle aside before pumping some of the lotion into his palm. He rubs his hands together to spread it around before laying them on Ghost’s shoulders. He tenses up and takes a noticeable breath before settling back down.

“Tell me if I use too much pressure or I need to stop, yeah?” he asks, and Ghost grunts in agreement.

As soon as he lays his hands on Ghost’s skin, he jumps and Soap finds himself cooing in an effort to calm him down. He grins to himself at how ridiculous it is to treat his LT like a frightened animal, but his voice is apparently soothing enough to settle him down. Ghost sinks further into the bed and doesn’t jump again when Soap starts running his hands up and down his back, just warming up the area. Clearly he’s still anxious about this.

“Not gonna work if you can’t relax. I got you,” Soap murmurs as he rubs circles over his shoulder blades.

“Usually I at least get dinner before I’m shirtless,” Ghost mumbles, but there’s a hint of uncertainty clinging to his words. Soap can see him clearly now, not just stolen glances in the gym or while patching him up out in the field. His pale skin is littered with scars, some fresh and pink and others an ancient silver. Thankfully there aren’t a ton of newer ones, and Soap chooses to take it as proof their teamwork is better than what Ghost has had in the past. He beams with pride, even though Ghost is still face-down on the bed.

“Your next bourbon is on me for giving me the pleasure of seeing ya like this,” he says with a chuckle, and the mood in the room feels a hell of a lot lighter. They fall into an easy silence as Soap starts to massage him properly.

Ghost’s muscles are unbelievably tight beneath his hands, and Soap maps out a strategy, deciding to work on his shoulders first and then make his way down to his lower back. He steadfastly ignores the siren’s call of those perfect dimples at the base of his spine and does his best to keep things professional.

Because above all, Ghost is his friend and he’s clearly in pain. No matter what feelings he may hold for him, Soap wants to provide a little relief. He’s not some horny teenager who can’t keep himself in check at the first touch of skin on skin. He focuses on his task, digging his fingers into the tense muscles and adding enough pressure to work out the knots.

At some point he straddles Ghost without thinking about it, just moving into a better position to lean into him. It’s routine, his hands moving from one area to the next as he works. Soap stops every few moments to grab more lotion, not wanting to hurt Ghost more than necessary. He knows he’s found a knot every time Ghost grunts lowly and leans away from his touch. It must hurt, but there’s no way to relieve the pain without digging into it. He slowly makes his way down Ghost’s back, hopefully leaving comfort in his wake.

By the time he gets to Ghost’s lower back, Soap is practically in a trance. Sure, he barely manages to contain his bouncy personality and energy on a normal day, but he can fall into sharp focus when he needs to. Whether it be behind the scope of a sniper rifle or massaging the man he’s head over heels for, he flirts with insanity when he works through a problem.

Ghost is practically purring when Soap digs his thumbs into the knots at the base of his spine, pressing just hard enough to feel them loosen beneath his hands. His fingers and wrists are starting to ache, but Ghost lets out a happy sigh, and he can’t help being proud of the job he’s done. There’s no doubt Ghost will be in a much better mood tomorrow, and no one on base will know they have Soap to thank for it.

Ghost looks so relaxed, like he’s about to melt into the mattress, and the moment is so soft and warm that Soap leans down without thinking. He presses a gentle kiss right between Ghost’s shoulder blades. It’s just a soft, barely there brush of lips, but they both freeze as soon as it happens. Soap jumps up, already climbing off of Ghost’s body and flailing as he tries to get out of the bed.

But then there’s strong arms wrapped around his waist and he’s pulled back onto the bed. He closes his eyes, fully expecting to be punched for his mistake, but instead Ghost shifts closer to him, sliding Soap into his lap. When he opens his eyes, Ghost is staring at him so intensely that he nearly looks away. It’s like he can see into his soul, and Soap shivers under the heavy gaze.

“I didn’t mean to,” Soap mumbles. “It just happened.”

“Do you want it to happen again?” Ghost asks softly, and Soap can hear an unusual shyness in his tone. That makes him decide that fuck it, this may be his chance, and he’s talking before he realizes it.

“Maybe on your lips this time, Ghost, if you’ll let me,” he whispers, his heart hammering in his chest so hard he worries Ghost might feel it. Months of circling around each other, waiting and hoping that Ghost feels the same, and it’s all come down to this.

“Simon,” he tells Soap. “Call me Simon when we’re like this, Johnny.”

“Simon,” Johnny says, putting all the secret love he’s been harboring for months into the word.

And then Simon reaches down and yanks the balaclava off, his face exposed for the first time since Las Almas. Johnny sighs happily, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Simon’s blonde curls are a mess, flatten from being trapped under the mask all day. His smile is breathtaking, though, framed by scars and freckles, and Johnny could look at him forever. His fingers itch to draw him, but the urge to touch is even greater.

“You’re right bonnie,” he murmurs before reaching up and cradling Simon’s face in his hands. He brushes a thumb across a patch of freckles, grinning when Simon leans into his hand. “Gonna kiss you now,” he warns, and Simon just nods at him, his brown eyes impossibly wide as Johnny leans in and captures his mouth in a chaste kiss.

At first they’re both tentative, keeping things light and sweet, but then Simon licks at the seam of his lips and Johnny lets out a broken whine before opening up for him. It’s better than he imagined it would be, Simon's tongue sliding into his mouth and tracing his teeth. He chases it with his own, sighing as they fall into a desperate kiss.

Simon’s fingers dig into his hips, and he moans into the kiss, his hips grinding down on their own accord. Sparks fly up his spine, and he lets out a broken moan. Simon swallows it down as their mouths slide together so sweetly. He nips at Simon’s bottom lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue.

Then Simon pulls back, panting slightly as he rests their foreheads together. Johnny whines at the loss, but Simon just tips his head down and presses his mouth to his temple in a lingering kiss. It’s such a stark contrast to the last few minutes that Johnny is confused at first. Simon kissed him like he wanted to devour him, and then…nothing?”

It must show on his face, because Simon frowns before leaning in and nuzzling him, rubbing their cheeks together. His nose - crooked from being broken so often - traces Johnny’s jawline and he melts into it. Simon kisses him on the corner of the mouth before leaning back a little and offering a nervous smile.

“Let’s not rush this. I just…I wanna take my time. Do things right by you,” Simon murmurs, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. Johnny can’t help brushing his thumb across those sharp cheekbones, grinning wide as he blushes harder.

“Gonna romance me, love?” he asks softly.

“Maybe.”

“Sounds perfect,” Johnny murmurs, unable to help himself from darting in and kissing him quickly. “Does this plan include sleepovers? Because I promise to behave if you’ll let me stay.”

“Somehow I doubt that, but I find myself unable to let you go,” Simon says with a smirk.

They make quick work of getting ready for bed, and soon they’re tucked under the covers and grinning at each other. Johnny can hardly contain his happiness, still shocked that he’s here, laying in Simon’s bed in a borrowed pair of sweats. He has no clue how he’s going to sleep, because the adrenaline seems like it’s pulsing in his veins, but then Simon pulls him closer, guiding his head towards his chest, and Johnny falls asleep to the sound of his heartbeat beneath his cheek.

[naraven]

YOUR LIPS TASTED LIKE SWEET CHERRIES (AND YOUR HEART LIKE SOUR GRAPES)

an // this one i'm really proud of!! if y'all could maybe like and RB THAT'D BE EVEN BETTER

very proud of this one, it'd mean the world if you could rb :')

wc // 2.4k

tw // blood, death, cannibalism

“I’d really miss you if you died.”

The ever aloof Wanderer barely bats an eye at your strange words. After about a month of your odd duo meetings, he can confidently say that he had gotten used to the nonsense that spouted out of your mouth. Whispers behind both your backs were promptly ignored with idle chatter about whatever had inconvenienced you recently.

“Hat Guy,” as most students dubbed him, was uniquely different from other students. Well, you weren’t even sure if he was a student, lacking the Akademiya’s beret and robes, but that never really mattered to you, did it? In fact, you only started to get closer to the hatted man because you got bored studying in the House of Daena one day and started talking to him because he was seated alone at one of the emptier tables. You just nabbed a quiet, not so quiet anymore spot.

Do you even remember what you were talking about? Not really, and you doubt the Wanderer even remembered either, but since then you struck up a conversation when you got tired of whatever project that had been assigned by your professors. Wanderer would usually be the one listening to whatever topic you had learned earlier that day, from whatever you ate for breakfast to complaining about a particularly stubborn professor you disliked.

“If I die? You make it sound as if I won’t.” Wanderer leans back onto the chair, a near silent sigh exiting through his nose. You laugh lightly, turning a few heads, and flop your upper body onto the desk. “But thanks, I guess I would miss you if you died, too.”

Your laugh feels hollow. Airy, like you had nothing inside your body but wind continuously swirling around. At this point, the puppet had no clue if that was your real laugh or not. He considers his own mocking laugh to be more genuine than whatever you let out in amusement.

“Thanks, Hat Man. Maybe one of these days I’ll have a proper name to remember you by.”

And that. He refused to give you his name, out of laziness and for no particular reason at all, and he, in turn, simply called you “Weirdo.” Of course, none of you mean any malice in the nicknames. None at all.

“I’ll write you in my will. Don’t have much, but I guess I’ll give you something.” You pick up your pen once more. Your messy handwriting scribbles nonsense onto the page before presenting him with chicken scratch.

“My draft of my will. 80% of all my stuff will go to you.” 

Wanderer’s eyebrows twitch upward. “What about your family? Not much going to them.”

“They could care less about what I do. It’s not like I could give them much in the first place.” You turn the paper back around and scribble other things that you planned on giving him in your will.

And once again, the Inazuman puppet is left puzzled. Your act of saying such unique yet frightful words in that indifferent tone of yours was a curious thing indeed. Like discussing the topic of death and leaving a will behind. The only other person that might be discussing a scenario such as this would be the General Mahamatra, but his work persona wouldn’t allow jokes of sensitive topics to be blurted out.

It says a lot about you, Wanderer thinks, when you laugh at the face of death so easily.

“Don’t want it. What would you even give me, anyway? You don’t even own property, you live in the dorms.”

“Well, just cremate my body or something then. Besides, I have a feeling you’d live longer than me anyway.”

Wanderer snorts. “What gave you that idea?”

He regrets asking. You cheekily lean onto your right palm, the corners of your eyes lifting and curling in delight.

“Nothing. Just a feeling.”

~~~

The Wanderer doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Maybe annoyance. But whenever he spreads his lips and loosens his tongue, he can’t seem to conjure up anything negative to say about you. Not to say that you weren’t without flaws, but that he understood you. You liked talking to people but hated large crowds. Your gripes with coworkers made him remember his past Fatui Harbinger “allies.” The way you closed your eyes a bit too much when trying to make a genuine smile.

You were the antithesis of yourself. It often crossed Wanderer’s mind how and why you act the way you do. 

Never spoke about your family. Avoided talking about anything related to you. He still had no idea about when your birthday was, despite him finding the human celebration rather useless. The student beret on your head was the only way he knew that you were an Amurta student.That is to say, you don’t share much about yourself.

He does know, however, that you enjoy snacking at pita pockets like no other. Munching, teeth sinking into the dough and meat and vegetables. You only seemed rather alive in his eyes when you had something in your mouth to chew and swallow. He watched you vibrate with excitement whenever he brought you to the Grand Bazaar to grab a quick bite.

“Hey, hey, Hat Guy! Have a bite of this!”

He couldn’t stop you, hands quickly returning near his mouth whenever you got pushed away. You pressed your meal on his mouth and wouldn’t relent until he slowly took a small bite. The giddy look on your face would light up with giggles as you watched him digest the food you gave him.

Honestly, most humans didn’t have half the… unique qualities you had. The Wanderer genuinely wondered why he would keep coming back to you and the table in the House of Daena, your talks getting longer and longer by the day.

“I’ve never had a crush on anyone. In fact, I’ve never had a lover.” You spoke up one day. He watched you study with a bag of Ajilenakh Nuts next to you, the crunch of each bite echoing in the largely quiet room.

“I believe that. I don’t believe for a fact that any sane person would be with you.” He crosses his arms. You glance up at him, mouth full of sweet nuts, and continue writing not long after. 

“Explains why you’re the longest person that’s kept talking to me. Guess we’re both kind of weird, huh?” You chuckle. The Wanderer notices how your laugh was barely even an expression of laughter and more of a sigh, an exhale of air. “I’m glad I started talking to you that day.”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Many words are left unsaid. What those words are neither of you know. So you nor he say anything. The words will find themself eventually. 

For now, you lean in closer.

It’s pretty anticlimactic. Time doesn’t stop and he doesn’t even close his eyes. It lasts less than a second and then it’s over. A smile creeps up your face as you stare into Wanderer’s eyes. His expression never changed, not before or after.

“You taste kinda like plastic. What’s up with that?” You giggle childishly, as if you didn’t just initiate a move on him. In the back of his mind Wanderer is secretly glad that there were only a couple other people in the House of Daena. This kind of thing, he thinks, was a moment that you would pull something like this.

“And you taste gross. Maybe should have chewed on some mint beforehand.” Wanderer spits out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. But not wiping it, never. He doubts that he would forget the feeling even if he did wipe it away. 

And he wouldn’t realize until much later, that he heard you laugh genuinely for the first time.

~~~

Then the Wanderer doesn’t know what happened.

Time passed. Moments between the two of you passed, moments alone passed, and suddenly it felt like it all slipped away from him with a snap.

No, not a snap. A tunk.

His neck turned to where you were. He saw you perfectly fine. Then a pointed arrow, straight through the middle of your chest.

It missed any vital organs, he was sure, so why were you collapsed into a heap on the floor?

Before he could react, more and more volleys came flying at the two of you. He couldn't activate his vision fast enough. It was difficult to pick you up in such an awkward position, so more arrows entered your body before he could carefully pick you up and glide to a safer location.

There was ringing in his ears. He was panting despite the lack of lungs in his body. You were coughing up blood while he was too busy getting you somewhere safe. Everything blurs past him and he reaches speeds previously unknown to him. 

He settled in a cave somewhere in the Ashavan Realm. What was supposed to be a research trip for you ended up with you inching closer and closer to death, the flame of life within you dying.

“Ah, Hat Guy…” 

Your hoarse gasps caught his attention as he made sure it was safe at the mouth of the cave. He couldn't hear anything for miles besides your tense gasps for pain and shuffling on the floor.

"You'll be okay, don't worry, I know enough basic first aid-"

"Nguh, no, I don't wanna die…" 

He stopped. He heard you heaving in pain as you sobbed. When he tried to administer first aid he saw tears and dirt staining your cheeks.

"No, no, I don't want this, what's happening? I can't feel my face, what-what happened?"

Up until this point he had never seen you shed a tear. Even after you told him about how your mother died recently, you didn't even stutter or wince. He bore witness to you wiping away at your eyes and smearing mud everywhere.

"Why am I so scared? Hat Guy, my stomach feels so cold and hot at the same time, am I sick?"

"No, you're fine. I made sure to keep you safe."

He'd tried to keep you sane and mentally okay for the time being. Trying to help mend your wounds would be difficult when you were delirious. He helped pat your bloodied back in a soothing rhythm, slowly and gently.

"Don't worry."

He didn't have much to use to help you. He couldn't see any visible herbs or plants to help ease the pain either. He held you tighter and tighter as you slowly bled out on him.

"I feel so… sleepy… Wake me up in a bit, will you?" He heard you yawn, knowing you would be gone soon.

"I will. Go to sleep soon. Everything will be alright."

"Right. Love you."

Your grip on his torso grew looser while he clutched onto you. He shook when he felt your heartbeat slowly fade away. Growing increasingly exhausted he slowly laid you down.

Time to get to work.

~~~

He brings his hand closer to your chest. He sees multiple puncture wounds where the arrows entered and stuck.

He draws his fingers lightly over them. They dip and create valleys within your skin and muscles. Your body grows more and more tense as rigor mortis sets in. There was no blood pumping through your body anymore.

He traces over where your heart would be. There was no moving of your lungs taking in air.

So he plunges his fingers into your wounds.

The tell tale sound of organs squishing enters his ears. Your face unmoving and frozen, he wishes you could hear the sounds the two of you were making.

He opens up a hole to see inside you. Red, white, and bits of other colors greet him. He moves his hand a bit to find where your most important organ was.

Ah, he found it.

He accidentally snaps a few ribs in the process and your lungs are pressed against other organs. Blue-green and red veins hardly twitch while he rips your heart from them.

The thing that he was most envious of in humans. The thing that kept you alive, right in his hands. 

Nothing much happens. A couple drops of sanguine liquid drip onto your already stained clothes. The pink organ lies limp in his hand and looks oddly like animal meat.

Meat…

You always loved fatty steaks and fried chicken. He would buy you a plate of high quality meat whenever you submitted an especially big project. Pigs, cows, chickens, goats, ducks, and other odd meats you would try at least once. When you (scarcely) traveled to other nations you would share about the different kinds of animals they would serve as delicacies.

So he has no doubt that being served as a meal yourself was the highest honor he would give you.

He brings you closer to his mouth. You taste gamey, tough to chew. His canines have to rip away to properly tear a chunk of you out. 

Metallic blood adds even more flavor to the sourness of the meaty organ. He chews for a long time before he can swallow. Bite after bite he slowly but surely finishes you, making sure not to spill too much.

There are splotches of color on your skin when he finishes. He assumes that it's because there isn't anything to pump blood throughout your body. He wipes at his mouth before leaning in towards you.

He presses his lips lightly onto yours, your body temperature now much colder. Like the first, it doesn't last long. All the times you kissed, he realizes, was when he sees the real you. It made him frustrated that he could never get to see what you were truly like while you were alive.

If you survived, would you two have grown closer? Gained a sense of security in his presence? His wonders in his head fester as he watches you sleep eternally.

The sight would have been better if you were simply taking a nap. On his lap where your head rested, snoring lightly through your mouth. He would hope that his hand gently brushing over your cheeks wouldn't wake you up.

And then you'd wake up, stirring and stretching your arms from lack of movement. You'd smile, a real smile, and he'd scoff back at your cheeky grin.

But he can't. Because humans are just too fragile. A couple arrows through you and nothing could bring you back. He stares, and stares, at your eyes that would never open again.

He wishes you never said that. "If" he ever died. At this moment he wants nothing more than to become mortal like you, just to experience it all over with you again. 

Together.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [08]

Monologue

The following day, 

I went to report to Carla-san that Subaru-kun had regained consciousness.

After hearing my update, 

Carla-san gathered the other members in the living room,

and informed them about Subaru-kun’s status.

ー The scene starts in the dining lounge of the Violet Manor

Kou: I see. I’m glad Subaru-kun woke up. I honestly wasn’t sure if he’d survive at one point.

Yui: It’s just that he sustained some pretty nasty injuries, so he can’t get out of bed just yet. I believe it’d be best for him to get plenty of rest for now.

Azusa: Right. Still, I’m glad...That he’s safe.

Kou: I mean, he was pretty much covered in wounds from head till toe! Thank god none of them were fatal.

Laito: Well, I never feared for his life.

Carla: If he was injured to the point of not being able to get up, then I believe we should keep him away from the battlefield for a while.

However, I doubt the enemy will lessen their attack. If anything, it is highly possible that they will see this as an opportune time to strike once more.

If that happens, we will have no other choice but to face them with the four of us. I want all of you to be on top of your game.

Laito: I see. Guess no more sleeping on the job for me then.

Ahーah. Can’t Subaru-kun get better already?

Kou: Ehー!? You’ve been skipping this whole time up till now? Don’t you think that’s a little unfair?

Laito: I mean, there’s five of us, giving us one extra man, right? So it doesn’t make much of a difference if I’m not there.

Carla: However, that no longer applies now. Laito, you will have to work hard to make up for all of the times you’ve skipped so far.

Laito: Yeah, yeah.

Azusa: If Subaru can’t move, who will watch over Eve...?

Carla: We will have to appoint someone else to supervise here. I believe Eve will feel more reassured that was as well.

Laito: I’ll do it. All I’d have to do is be with her at all times, right? Leave it to me! That sounds like a job right up my alley!

Kou: No fair trying to one-up us like that. You’d much rather have me, right, Eve?

Yui: ( Oh no! At this rate, I might get separated from Subaru-kun...! )

...Uhm, I’ll be fine. Instead, would you let me take care of Subaru-kun?

Carla: ...Excuse me?

Yui: He got badly hurt while protecting me. Therefore, I believe I hold some responsibility in regards to this situation.

Carla: It was Subaru’s duty to keep you safe. There is no need for you to beat yourself up over it.

Yui: No, but, please let me do it. I want Subaru-kun to feel better as soon as possible.

Besides, I believe he could continue to fulfill his duty of supervising me while I take care of him.

Carla: Hmph...I see, you thought about this.

Very well. I shall leave you in charge of nursing him back to health.

I was thinking of assigning someone this role either way.

However, I cannot afford to lose another potential fighting force. You would indeed be the ideal candidate then.

Yui: I’m glad. Thank you very much...!

Carla: As long as you and Subaru remain in the same place, we can focus on the enemies lurking outside.

Yui: Don’t worry. I promise that I will stay by Subaru-kun’s side.

Kou: That lucky dog~

Laito: Eve’s such a saint.

Azusa: Eve...Take good care of Subaru, okay?

Yui: I’ll try my hardest to get him back in tip-top shape!

( Thank god. Everyone’s on board with my idea, so I’ll be able to stay with Subaru-kunーー )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Subaru’s room

Yui: Subaru-kun, aren’t you thirsty? Should I get you some water?

Tell me if lying down starts to hurt. I’ll help you shift your body.

Subaru: ...What’s your problem? You seem restless.

Yui: Ah, my bad. I guess I was being a little nosy. But I want to do everything I can for you.

Subaru: For the millionth time, just stay here. ...That’s the best thing you can do for me.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I’ll recover from these injuries in no time. So there’s nothin’ for you to worry ‘bout, ‘kay?

Yui: ...Yeah. You��re here with me, that alone is enough to make me feel reassured.

I’m content as long as we’re together, no matter what kind of strange things may happen around us.

Subaru: Strange things, huh...? We gotta think ‘bout how we’ll tackle that as well.

Like how their memories got messed up, or where we are right now...

Bein’ forced to fight each other to death without knowin’ why makes me feel sick.

Yui: Yeah...It hurts me a lot to see the others fight each other as well. 

I mean, they’re actual brothers facing each other in battle...

Subaru: You had to witness Ayato comin’ for my head, huh?

Yui: ...

Subaru: But he only did that because his memories have been altered as well.

He’d never do that if he was sane. I think.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

( I guess he does trust his actual brothers, despite the fact that they’re always arguing with one another. )

Right. Thanks. Let’s talk about this another time. I’m sorry for making you worried.

Subaru: It’s fine. If you’ve got somethin’ on your mind, you can always share it with me. W-We’re...a couple, right?

Yui: ( Subaru-kun...He gently grabbed hold of my hand. Even though he’s having a hard time moving around because of his injuries. )

( He’s trying to put me at ease. )

( I’ll try not to say anything too negative to avoid causing him extra worries. )

Subaru: ...Although I guess there’s not much I can do in my current state.

Yui: I guess we can simply see how things unfold until you get better.

Subaru: Yeah, good idea. There’s not much the two of us can do anyway.

All we can do is pray those guys don’t come and attack us again until then.

Monologue

After a few days,

Subaru-kun’s injuries had gotten a lot better.

In the meantime,

we were lucky not to get attacked by one of the other Houses again.

I was able to focus on taking care of Subaru-kun,

while he got some much-needed rest,

as we could prepare ourselves for what was to come.

I just hope we’ll be able to find a way,

to return to where we belong,

before another fight breaks outーー

With said thought in mind,

I continued to look after Subaru-kun today.

Yui: The small injuries have completely healed. Most of the deeper ones have closed up as well.

Subaru: Yeah. I got lucky that I was given the chance to slowly recover.

...Actually, no. I should thank you for takin’ such good care of me.

Yui: You got injured while protecting me, so I should be the one saying thank you.

I’m honestly so thankful that you’re still alive after sustaining such severe injuries.

Subaru: You’re exaggerratin’, idiot.

Yui: I’m not. We have to escape this place before the next fight takes place, or who knows who might get hurt next...

If only everyone would get their memories back and stop fighting over the title of Supreme Overlord...

Subaru: The Supreme Overlord, huh? It really pisses me off how everyone’s at the mercy of some bullshit legend.

Carla’s aiming to become the Supreme Overlord, but he hasn’t come for you yet, right?

Yui: Yeah. I think his plan is to have me concentrate on nursing you back to health for now.

Subaru: Knowing that guy, I was honestly worried that he’d try every possible method in the book.

I don’t know how much truth lies in the stories about the Supreme Overlord or ‘Sleeping Beauty’, but it all sounds like a load of bull to me.

Yui: Agreed.

Subaru: Hm? The tale of Sleeping Beauty...?

Yui: What’s wrong?

Subaru: Wasn’t there somethin’ slightly off about the story?

Yui: Uhm, I’m pretty sure it went as follows: ‘The Princess awakens through a kiss.’

I guess that would refer to when I woke up at the Church?

When I woke up, everyone had me surrounded, I was really surprised.

Subaru: Hold up! So that means you were woken up by one of those dudes kissin’ you...!?

Yui: I-I wasn’t, Subaru-kun! You’re getting the wrong idea! They didn’t kiss me!

Subaru: Really?

Yui: Yes!

Subaru: ...God, don’t give me a scare like that.

Oh well, I guess it’s just a dumb legend. One made up in this weird place on top of that.

Yui: It honestly got me sweating as well.

Subaru: Haah? Why?

Selection

→ Because you were panicking (♡)

Yui: You seemed completely shaken up so...I started to wonder if perhaps it really did go like that.

( I don’t think I did though. )

( But I don’t actually know what happened before I woke up... )

Subaru: Of course I’d start to panic! Not only do you always leave yourself vulnerable, but you tend to be oblivious when you least expect it.

Yui: Y-You think so...?

Subaru: ...I thought you were woken up by another guy’s kiss. S-So I just got jealous, okay...!?

→ I thought you’d get mad (🖤)

Yui: Because you looked kind of angry as well...I’m sorry if I said anything upsetting.

Subaru: You didn’t!

I just thought that you woke up ‘cause some other guy kissed you...!

Yui: ...Then were you jealous, perhaps?

Subaru: Che.

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun...

Subaru: I won’t let anyone else have you, no matter what. No kissing. No nothing.

Yui: ...Yeah. I’m yours.

Subaru: I’m glad you realize.

Yui: ( Fufu, he’s turning red all the way to his ears. I guess he’s flustered? )

Laito: Nfu~ You guys are really rubbing it in my face, huh? 

*Thud*

Yui: ...Laito-kun, how long have you been there!?

Laito: I thought I made a pretty flashy entrance just now, but you didn’t notice at all?

I guess you guys were totally lost in your own little world?

Yui: ...

Subaru: Shut up.

Laito: Did love bloom between the two of you while she was taking care of you?

This sort of thing has a name, doesn’t it? ‘Something-something syndrome’? (1)

Subaru: I said shut up!

Laito: Eek, so scary~

Subaru: Laito, what are you here for? If you’ve got somethin’ to say, then spit it out already.

Laito: Carla wants to see Eve.

Subaru: ...Carla does?

Laito: Yup. He’s got something to discuss with her, apparently.

Yui: Carla-san? With me...?

( He’s asking for me and not Subaru-kun...I wonder what it could be about? )

Subaru: I’m going too.

Laito: That doesn’t sound like a good idea. You’re injured.

Subaru: I can move already. I was assigned to watch her, right? It’s my duty to stay by her side.

Laito: I see. I won’t stop you anymore then. Do as you wish.

Monologue

A sudden summoning from Carla-sanーー

This somehow made me feel anxious,

as I turned around to look at Subaru-kun, 

who apparently picked up on this and decided to come with me.

I just hope this bad hunch isn’t spot-on.

Praying for a good outcome,

I headed to the living room with Subaru-kun.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Laito could be referring to either ‘Stockholm Syndrome’, seeing as Yui is technically still ‘held captive’ at the Violet Manor, or the Nightingale Effect (called ‘Nightingale Syndrome in Japanese’) where a caregiver falls in love with their patient. 

[reddeadreference]

Horseshoe Overlook: Who Is Not Without Sin

Full Transcript below ([...] placed where a gap of silence is  for the same person speaking or when there’s a long period of silence  and distance traveled.)  

Arthur: Swanson, you in here? [...] Reverend, where are you? [...] you here, Reverend?

Stranger: Come on…

[Arthur enters the building where Swanson and two men are playing poker]

Swanson: Mr. Morgan. I took your advice, sir, I took your advice.

Arthur: Then your god has finally deserted you. What you talking about?

Swanson: I took your advice, sir. I have removed myself from morpheus’ embrace. No more shall I sink, sir. I am free, I am free!

Arthur: You don’t seem free, friend. You seem drunk.

Stranger: Sit down, Reverend. We ain’t finished.

Arthur: You ain’t finished? Look at him, he’s finished.

Stranger: None of us forced liquor down his throat, friend. I-I just want him to play.

Arthur: Now firstly, we ain’t friends. Don’t make no mistake on that subject. Now secondly, he can’t hardly see, let alone reason. Now reasoning ain’t never been one of my strong points neither but seeing I do just fine. You wanna step outside, or deal with business here?

Stranger: I just want him to finish the game.

Swanson: Why can’t we all just get along? These are good men, Arthur. They’re children of God… they are children of God

[Swanson collapses]

Stranger: Oh… well. How’s about you play in his place, huh? That seems fair.

Arthur: Fair?

Stranger: Sure. You wanna game?

=Play=

Arthur: Sure, I’ll play a few hands.

Stranger: Well, sit yourself down then. [Arthur sits] I’m Luther, this is Marvin.

Marvin: Fortunate for you both we’re being gentlemen about this.

Arthur: Same goes for you.

Luther: So… how you two know each other anyway? Don’t seem like the likeliest of friends, if you don’t mind me saying.

Arthur: We go a long way back. 

Luther: And now you’re his chaperone?

Arthur: I guess it’s something like that… can we play?

Marvin: He can’t be no real clergyman, he committed about five cardinal sins just in that chair you’re sitting in.

Arthur: I think he used to be. He’s… drifted a little in recent years. Life is a challenge… to all of us.

Luther: Call.

Marvin: Can you imagine him at the pulpit? If he could stand up (in a drunken voice) “On the fourth day, he turned water into whiskey and I don’t remember much after that”.

Arthur: Just a little wager… He’s a decent feller going through a bad time. Disrespect him again, and you’ll find yourself in a bad time too.

Marvin:  Alright, alright… just trying to have a little fun here. It is a game after all, mister.

[They continue and Arthur wins the pot.]

Arthur: Gentlemen, this is getting too rich for me.

Luther: Sit down.

Arthur: Oh, I’m done, friend. It’s been a real education. Come on, Rev- (he doesn’t see Swanson) Where is he? Where’d he go?

Luther: Who?

Arthur: The reverend, where is… (he lets out a frustrated sigh as he heads to leave) Excuse me, gentlemen.

=Don’t Play=

Arthur: I can’t partners. I don’t mean to spoil your fun. I got things to do.

Stranger: You sure?

Arthur: Quite sure. I gotta get him outta here. C’mon, Reverend. Let’s get you… (he goes to kick where Swanson had been laying and looks down when his foot hits nothing.) home. (he sees that Swanson isn’t there.) Where’d he go?

Stranger: I don’t know. I was talking to you.

Arthur: (he lets out a frustrated sigh as he heads to leave) Gentlemen…

|

Arthur: Reverend! Reverend Swanson! Where’d you go?

=Question=

Arthur: ‘Scuse me, I’m sorry… y-you see a drunken idiot, a priest, wandering about?

Civilian: Sure, we saw him… smelt him… and avoided him. He went that way I think.

Arthur: Thanks…

Civilian: Guy looked kinda crazy, mister.

Arthur: Oh you have no idea.

=Demand=

Arthur: Hey, you… have you seen a priest?

Civilian: What’s your problem?

Arthur: Have you seen a priest, all… drunk and crazy?

Civilian: Leave me alone.

Arthur: Don’t make me shoot you.

Civilian: Shoot me? Why would you shoot me?

Arthur: Have you seen a priest?

Civilian: Yes, he went that way… angry jackass…

|

Arthur: Reverend! [...] Hey,, Reverend! [...] Reverend!

Swanson: Mr. Morgan! A hand here, please!

Stranger 3: What the hell did you just say to me?

Arthur: Hey! Get your hands off him!

Swanson: I didn’t say a word.

Stranger 3: You’ll keep! (to Arthur) You stay out of it!

Arthur: Get your hands off him now, you son of a bitch.

Stranger 3: I’ll kill you both. [...] Pair of damn fools.

[Arthur knocks the man out]

Witness: Oh, my God. You killed him. I’m gonna get the law on you.

[The man runs away and Arthur gives chase, cue sheep noises as Arthur runs through them]

Arthur: Hey, you! Get back here. You better stop right there.

Witness: Stay away from me!

Arthur: Stop, you son of a bitch! [...] Stop, or I’ll kill you. I swear. [...] I said stop, dammit.

Witness: Okay, okay… please don’t hurt me.

=Beat + Rob=

[Arthur pushes the man to the ground]

Arthur: (unsubtitled) You hear me now?

Witness: Yep! I… I won’t tell a soul, I promise.

Arthur: (unsubtitled) I presume that means yes. [Rob] On second thoughts, you can give me all your money too.

Witness: (unsubtitled) Okay, here, just take it. Just-just please let me go.

[Arthur punches and knocks out the man]

Arthur: (unsubtitled) What is wrong with you? (Seeing Swanson up on the tracks) Reverend! Get off the damn tracks!

=Threaten=

Arthur: I said stop, dammit.

Witness: Okay, okay… please don’t hurt me.

Arthur: You tell anyone what you saw back there, you’re a dead man. You understand me?

Witness: Yep! I… I won’t tell a soul, I promise.

Arthur: Good, get the hell outta here.

Witness: (unsubtitled)  S’last thing I need.

[Arthur heads up the hill and spots Swanson walking along the tracks.]

Arthur: Reverend! Get off the damn tracks! [Call out] What are you doing? [Call out] Reverend! 

[Arthur, having made it up the hill, runs down the tracks to where Swanson has gotten his leg stuck. In the distance he can see the train coming.]

Arthur: Come on, my friend… It’s just a simple mistake… You can… still be… s-saved. [...] What have you done with your foot?

Swanson: It appears to like this place and wants to stay.

Arthur: Get your foot outta here, twist your leg, you drunken bastard! [He pulls Swanson free and pushes him to the side] Got it, come on!

[The train rushes past. Arthur helps Swanson off the tracks.]

Swanson: Thank you, sir.

Arthur: Ah-ah-ah, oh no you don’t!

[Arthur pushes Swanson who falls to the ground.]

Arthur: What the hell is wrong with you?

Swanson: What the hell is wrong with you? Throwing me off a bridge like that.

Arthur: There was a goddamn train you crazy bastard!

Swanson: Have I been bad again, Mr. Morgan? I’m sorry. [...] I wish I was different.

[Swanson cries and Arthur awkwardly pats him on the back]

Arthur: Let’s get you home.

Swanson: Home… Yeah, that’s a wonderful idea. I could have tea with Margaret.

Arthur: Margaret? Who’s Margaret?

Swanson: My…

[He falls backwards. Arthur sighs then puts him on his horse]

Swanson: (slurring) Where am I? [...] Kippers, please..

Arthur: What are you mumbling about now?

Swanson: Tea, please. [...] One for the road? [...] Close the drapes…

[Arthur carries Swanson through camp]

Molly: I was wondering when he’d show up.

[Arthur drops Swanson off in a tent]

Arthur: You better sleep your way to salvation, my friend.

Susan: Oh, what happened?

Arthur: Just… the usual.

Susan: Poor bastard.

Arthur: Exactly

Susan: Well, thank you, Mr. Morgan. I’ll keep an eye on him.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 6: Vanilla with Yeosang

Trigger warnings: none i think

Content warnings: i mean he cums inside mc and calls her angel but it’s pretty standard given who i am as a person

Summary: You mess around with your best friend’s twin brother after learning he has a crush on you.

Word count: 2300

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

Kinktober master list

Smut below the cut

The three of you had always been close, always doing everything together. Sometimes it felt like Yeosang was toeing the line between friendship and something more, though he never outright stated his feelings for you. Your best friend seemed to love the idea of you two together though and she always seemed to find excuses to push you two closer. Like right now.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I totally forgot I promised my friend I’d help him finish his project tonight.” She offered an apologetic smile that you knew all too well. “I’ll be back in like two hours, why don’t you stay and hang out with Yeosangie until I’m back?”

You nodded and watched as she practically sprinted for the door, leaving you alone in the living room with her twin. Before you could speak, he let out a sigh. “She does this almost every time nowadays, huh?” You nodded again and plopped down beside him. “I’m sorry. You didn’t come here to spend time with me, you came to see her, but she keeps ditching you in the hopes that I’ll finally-” He stopped himself and shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Finally what?” You chanced a glance at him and he bit his lip, shaking his head again. “Finally admit you like me?” He froze and you chuckled softly. “I’m kidding. I know that’s not the case. But she wants it to be. She’s always going on about how we could really be sisters one day but I tell her every time that it’s not gonna happen.” You sounded almost sad as you spoke so you quickly offered a playful grin and continued. “You’re way out of my league.”

“I’m sorry, what? I’m out of your league?” He scoffed and shook his head once more, leaning away from you to get a better look. “Have you seen yourself? I think you got it twisted.” He claimed, a fond smile creeping onto his face.

You felt warm at the compliment but didn’t read further into it. This was how he was with you. You always pretended to flirt back and forth, except it wasn’t pretending on your part. So you laughed it off and rolled your eyes, settling into the comfortable silence as he continued to stare at you. “Can I help you?” You asked quietly, letting out a nervous giggle as you tried not to squirm under his unwavering gaze.

“What if you were right?” He bit his lip pensively as you looked back at him in confusion. He immediately wanted to take that back but it was too late so he forged ahead. “When you guessed she was waiting for me to confess to you. What if you were right?”

“I mean…am I?” He nodded slowly and lowered his gaze, cheeks tinged pink. “This isn’t a prank, is it?”

“Why would I make a confession and blush if I just wanted to play-flirt with you? I wouldn’t put myself in a painfully awkward position just to pull a fast one on you.” He rolled his eyes and gave you a pointed look, making you offer up a sheepish smile in return. “Look, she isn’t helping anyone with a project. I asked her to leave this time so I could finally tell you. Usually her leaving would be her idea but this time it was mine. I’ve been sitting on this for years and she knew. She told me a few days ago that if I didn’t tell you how I felt then she’d either tell you herself or try to set you up with a friend of hers. So when I found out you’d be here today, I told her to find an excuse to leave.” You didn’t know what to say so you simply stared at him for what felt like ages before he coughed awkwardly and looked away. “It’s fine if that’s not-”

“It’s not that, I’m just…surprised.” You looked at your lap as everything began to click into place, unable to suppress a chuckle. “She’s been playing both of us, huh?” You glanced over at him just in time to see his head snap up. “She told me the same thing. About confessing, I mean. She’s known about my little crush for years. I always thought she was just teasing me, and she probably was, but I guess she was just excited since she knew it was mutual.”

“Oh…” It was all he could manage. Your confession hit him like a bus and his mind raced a million miles an hour but still, he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Instead, he settled into his spot on the sofa with a tiny smile.

Given the usually-playful nature of your relationship, you turned to him with a grin and teased him a bit. “Wanna make out?” You saw a brief wave of surprise cross his face before a lazy grin was returned to you.

“Wanna head to my room?” It was your turn to show surprise but you quickly recovered.

“What’s in your room that we can’t do here?”

“Oh nothing, I just doubt she’d appreciate me nailing you on the couch.” Your cheeks flushed as he rendered you speechless. Usually, he backed off after a little teasing, but this time he was keeping it up and you weren’t entirely sure he was kidding. After a few beats of silence, he grew serious. “Hey, I’m just-”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go.” You stood from the couch, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as you held out a hand. He took it hesitantly and allowed you to pull him to his feet. Once he was standing before you, his demeanor changed and he offered a flirty smile.

“You sure about this? Once I get you in my arms, I’m not letting you leave until I’ve got you trembling underneath me.” His voice dropped and he changed the way he was holding your hand, lacing his fingers between yours as he pulled you into him.

“I’ve only thought about it half a million times.” You said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s go.” He let out a soft laugh and nodded, leading you off to his room.

He closed the door as you sat on his bed, glancing around the room and smiling when you saw your old prom photo, among others. This room was full of memories, good and bad, so maybe that’s why you didn’t feel an ounce of anxiety when he approached you, standing between your legs. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly as his fingers combed through your hair.

After a short while, you looked up at him and he bent down to kiss you. You craned upwards to meet him halfway, taking a quick breath before your lips met and letting your hands rest on his hips. His lips felt even better than you’d imagined and you found yourself feeling reluctant to let him break the kiss even for a moment. You let him though and he angled your head differently with a gentle grip on your chin.

He was taking things slow and being extremely gentle with you but you still felt yourself getting aroused. You nipped at his lip and his breath hitched as he carded his fingers through your hair. Pride swelled in your chest as you slipped your hands under his white tee, pressing your palms flat against his warm belly. He pulled back to suck in a deep breath and tugged your shirt off before nudging your thigh with his. “Scoot back and lay down.”

You eagerly complied and he moved over you, smiling down at you before kissing your cheek. “I can’t remember the last time I wanted something as bad as I want you right now.” He whispered as he moved to kiss along your jaw and neck. You tipped your head back for him and he groaned softly. The way you offered yourself up to him made his head spin and his dick twitch. He grew a bit more restless as his lips danced along your skin, hands everywhere as you pulled his shirt up.

“Take it off.” You whispered, stifling a small moan when his large hands gently squeezed your breasts. You wanted to pout when he pulled away despite him doing so at your request. You allowed yourself to openly admire his physique as he tossed his shirt to the side with yours before kicking his jeans off. “Mine too.” You urged when he started to rejoin you on the bed.

He cursed under his breath before carefully pulling your jeans off and adding them to the pile of clothes. He moved back between your legs and allowed his hands to slide up the tops of your thighs. “You’re so fucking pretty, y/n…” He sighed, eyes roaming your body as he brought a hand between your legs and thumbed over your clothed clit.

“I was thinking the same about you.” You murmured, lifting your head to watch as he slipped his hand inside your panties. He circled your clit with two fingers and leaned in to catch your lips in a more demanding kiss than before. You laid your head back down and ghosted your small hands down his chest and torso, not stopping until you reached the elastic of his briefs.

You were tempted to tease him but didn’t, only pausing briefly before slipping your hand into his underwear. He fit nicely in your palm and you suddenly couldn’t wait to have him inside you. You gave a gentle tug, your grip firm, and were rewarded with one of the most stunning sounds you’d heard to date. You continued, so focused on drawing moans from him that you didn’t realize just how worked up you were until he slid his fingers inside your dripping pussy and you felt the knot in your belly tighten.

You felt him twitch in your hand when he heard your whiny moan and dug your thumb into the slit, almost as if retaliating. He damn near fell apart, groaning into your mouth as his hips bucked into your touch. He pulled back suddenly, swatting your hand away as he sat up.

“I can’t-” You propped up on your elbows, confused. Was he calling it off? “I just- I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t-” You watched him hook his thumbs in his waistband and shove his briefs down and it clicked. He kicked his underwear the rest of the way off and immediately reached for yours. “You’re just- fuck, you’re perfect and I can’t help myself.” You lifted your hips to help him remove the offending material and let your legs fall open as soon as he got your panties off.

He gave you a look that made you clench around nothing as he settled on his knees between your legs. You wanted to fawn over how cute he was when he was desperate but you were just as needy and couldn’t be bothered to put effort into anything except getting him inside you. “Please…” you didn’t have to elaborate. He knew what you wanted, what you needed.

He ran his length through your folds once, twice, three times before finally allowing himself to sink into you. He was thick and the stretch already had your toes curling in delight before he even bottomed out. When he finally did, you pulled him down and crushed your lips to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

His hips moved slowly, almost torturously as his lips danced with yours for a few seconds. It wasn’t long before both of you gave up on proper kisses and resorted to drinking up each other’s moans instead. He was gentle with you despite his previous desperation, almost treating you like glass, and it made your stomach do a backflip. To him, you were as delicate and as beautiful as a flower, something to be handled with great care, and needed to be taken care of.

He showered you with soft kisses and murmured words of praise as he rolled his hips, repeatedly driving his cock into you. He was going mad, every thrust pushing him closer to the edge as he slipped a hand between you. You gasped against his lips when he isolated his middle finger and began to trace teasing circles there, your skin burning at the simple touch. You were going to cum.

You warned him of your impending orgasm and he held steady, giving you a nod. “Cum for me then, angel.” All your muscles contracted and released at the same time, back arching off the bed as you finally broke a sweat. You let out a loud, breathy moan as your orgasm washed over you, moaning again with every wave of pleasure.

Yeosang couldn’t tear his gaze away from your face, something inside him demanding he commit the image to memory. He forced his eyes to stay open even when his lids grew heavy as your warmth squeezed him, drawing forth his own orgasm. You pulled him in for a messy, desperate kiss as he filled you to the brim, nipping at his lips each time he moaned. You couldn’t help yourself, he was just too pretty.

As the pleasure subsided, he pulled out and rolled off you, much to your dismay - his weight on top of you felt nice. You immediately rolled onto your side and admired him for a moment before laying your head on his chest and draping an arm over his middle. “She’s gonna have a lot to say when she gets home in a while.” You whispered, giggling softly afterwards.

He let out a low chuckle and kissed your head. “She is. But I don’t mind.”

[sleepyowlwrites]

seven snippets, seven people

I dunno when Detective tagged me for this but maybe it's better this way. @author-a-holmes

I'll be posting from City Story. hopefully I will trap more of you into reading it, hehe.

hurt/comfort my beloved

Jet looks at her sideways, then curses and closes his eyes when the movement disagrees with his neck. “Don’t say it.”

“Should probably go to the hospital,” Rune says anyway.

“Don’t need to. I’m fine.”

“You likely have a concussion.”

“A mild one, maybe.” Jet has no idea why he admitted to that.

Rune moves forward a little so he can look at her without turning his head. “Then you should at least have someone watching you. If not me, then Copper, or Moss. We can go to my place and if you don’t want me hovering, you can call someone.”

There’s a challenge there, clear as day. Jet can’t decide if he really would rather call someone else to do the hovering. Because he’s aware of how he feels, and knows how he probably looks. None of his friends would see him and leave him alone. Even Yarrow, who is often clueless but very perceptive when it comes to injuries that are not his own.

It’s a choice between two options he doesn’t like. Jet holds back a sigh, then pushes off the wall with his already dwindling stamina. “Fine, we’ll go to your place. I’ll call or not.”

unasked for sleepover

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for one other person to stay over, and that’s stretching it, because all he really has is a bed that technically fits two people.

When Hawk stayed over during that first week of their extremely strained acquaintanceship, Jet had made him sleep on the couch. The second night, Hawk rolled off and made such a big deal out of the bruises that Jet gave in and let him sleep on the bed. That is, Jet just about shoved a spoon through Hawk’s eyeball, complained about it to Moss like an idiot, and was soft-glared into allowing the second occupant.

Jet has just enough room in his apartment for a second person, and maybe a third if someone else wants to chance the couch, but he doesn’t think he could withstand knowing that three people are sharing his place. If Copper is sleeping over, that leaves no emotional space for anyone else.

Even, or perhaps especially, if for some reason there’s an exhausted Rune standing in front of him at eleven o’clock at night, and Copper is indeed already asleep on Jet’s bed.

“It’s late,” is what comes out of Jet’s mouth.

Copper dives deep under Jet's sea pt.2

“Why don’t you ask [Rune] your questions? Don’t ask me to reveal someone else’s secrets.”

“You keep sleeping over at hers, too.” [Copper continues.]

Jet sips his hot chocolate so he can stall for an answer. He doesn’t even know what kind to give. He recognizes a frightened, fierce animal in Rune, the same kind that lives inside himself, so he wants to do for her what he can’t do for himself, and accept, and comfort, and understand.

Copper taps on his head when he takes a little to long to say anything. “I told you that you didn’t have to tell me anything about you that you didn’t want to. Is there nothing you want to tell me, then?”

“Can’t you just guess it instead?” Jet doesn’t mean for it to come out so despairingly, but the words hang there in the atmosphere like they were strangled from his throat. He can’t take them back.

“Do you want me to guess?” Copper reaches a place of softness much faster than he does, can reach inside himself to find compassion that lives only just under his skin.

Jet longs for many things, if he allows himself to think about it, and one of them is to reach for compassion more often than he reaches for anger. “You’ve always known me better than I do.”

Rune and Jet are not in love omg love that for them

They’re outside the garage where Yarrow is sketching the two of them for some art project and Jet has chosen to be comfortable over being presentable while Rune just sits cross-legged next to him with one hand continuously straying over and tracing lines down his arm. It’s distracting and soothing and Jet hasn’t worked up the brain energy to say anything about it yet.

“Your nose is bleeding again,” Yarrow remarks, holding out a rag. “Stop bothering it or it won’t dry up all the way.”

Rune takes it without comment, holding it under her nose to catch the blood.

“Don’t worry, Jet. It doesn’t mean she’s in love with you.”

Jet raises his head a fraction from where it had been buried in his arms and stares at Yarrow. “What?”

Yarrow gestures vaguely, chalk dust flying off his fingers. “Rune! Is not in love with you! Obviously.”

He’s going to regret asking this but, “Back up. Explain. How did you- what does that have to do with anything? The air is really dry out here.”

Rune intervenes with, “My nose keeps bleeding because I whacked it on a shelf earlier and like Yarrow said, I keep rubbing at it, so it starts bleeding again. Also yeah, the dry air doesn’t help.”

“No,” Jet says tiredly, “I want to know why Yarrow was even thinking about you being in love with me. That’s not even a question.”

“I know!” Rune inspects the rag, dabbing at her nose a couple of times before dropping it to her lap. “Good to know that you know, too.”

“So do you want to hear how I know she’s not in love with you or what?” Yarrow doesn’t sound put out, but Jet knows he will be if he’s denied the chance to explain.

Jet settles back down on the concrete, head nestled in his arms again. “Go ahead.”

Rune and Jet just sleep together now also love that for them

Rune throws a pillow at them when they turn up outside her apartment that evening.

Actually, it’s a little past nine, and Jet is ready to curl into a ball on the side of the road, he’s so tired. Moss had been away from the garage all day, dealing with personal things, so Jet had had to deal with the customers. He’s not used to being the one to field off questions about their specific repair abilities or speaking to customers in general. Jet is not a people person and today has been awful.

“Why are there two of you?” Rune also sounds exhausted as she retrieves the pillow and tosses it back over her shoulder where it lands on the floor instead of the couch.

Jet would feel bad about springing this on her except that he can’t feel anything at all. “Shadow was supposed to ask if he could stay over earlier,” he replies with a couple of elbow jabs to Shadow’s side.

Shadow shrugs in such a way that he looks like he’s trying to wrap his shoulders around his chest. “Sorry.”

Rune just holds the door open and walks away. Jet had presumed that she wouldn’t turn them away, and apparently, he’s right. Still. “Sorry,” he repeats as they come inside and shut the door behind them.

“You can both sleep in one bed, right?” Rune calls back to them, voice muffled from where she’s digging in a closet.

Jet glances at Shadow.

Honestly, after spending so many nights with Copper sleeping over, and then Rune and her tendency to climb in with him for the last couple of hours when it’s just the two of them, Jet has gotten so used to sharing his space with other people. He really doesn’t care as long as he does, indeed, get to go to bed.

this is worrying, Jet is worried

Shadow has nothing to say the next morning and Jet wants to be grateful for it, but his new habit of being invested in his friends’ lives is making him worried instead. No jokes are made, no questions asked. Shadow doesn’t even thank Rune for the godly coffee. He doesn’t drink it, either, except when Jet nudges him every minute to take another sip.

Rune must still be in the same mood she was last night, which makes sense. She’d woken Jet up by pressing her face into his shirt and he thought she was smothering a scream, but no sound came out, only harsh panting breaths. When he shook her awake, she didn’t say anything, and he hasn’t asked. His hands running through her hair eventually lulled her back to sleep.

They’d spent the first hour of the morning in silence while Jet held her hand to keep her from scratching at her skin. He wishes she would cry, would talk to him, would do anything other than pretend this is normal.

Except it probably is, and that leaves him with two friends who are repressing their trauma and Jet can’t do anything about it.

“I have class later. Jet, can you drop me off at the garage?” Shadow’s voice sounds hoarse, like it’s been unused for some time.

“Yeah.” Jet swallows the last of his coffee and pulls on his shoes. Rune is still sitting at the table and only makes eye contact with him for a second. He sighs internally, then goes back to pull her head up with his hand on her cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”

He tries to phrase it like it’s a command, a request, a plea. He hopes she hears it and keeps it in mind. Rune nods slightly. Jet hesitates, unsure if this is the right option, but hating how vacant she looks. He leans down and places a barely there kiss on the top of her head.

“I mean it. Call me.” He murmurs it to her hair and leaves without looking back.

yeah it's dangerous but Jet is committed

He stands next to Rune and takes her hand, grip loose enough for her to pull away easily. She doesn’t, but her mouth sets in a firm line like she’s biting back a dozen protests.

“Lean on me, remember? You can do it alone, but I’m with you, so lean on me. Because you can, you absolutely can.”

“What am I supposed to do when I don’t have you anymore?”

Jet has to pause and collect his thoughts after the scatter with the force of those broken, splintering words. Rune isn’t crying, or shaking, and her shoulders are pulled back like they’re what’s keeping her upright. She stares straight at him in defiance, but he can see the scraped out insides of her eyes.

“Why would you need to worry about that?” He tries to say it lightly, but it still pulls tight all the threads of his conscience to say it. “You can have me forever.”

It feels like such a dirty lie. Not because he doesn’t mean it, but because life just doesn’t work out like that. There’s no such luck in the world. He means that she can have him around and ready to fight with her for as long as circumstance allows, but that feels a lot less supportive. Feels cheap, and Rune deserves much more than that, even if it’s more realistic to understand he can’t give her everything.

“What about you, then?”

Jet blinks. “What about me?”

“Do you want me in return?”

What an open, horribly beautiful offering. Jet scrapes his tongue along his teeth while he chews on it. For some reason, accepting her support feels much more monumental, like she’s worth more, and he is only a tool.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, and it comes out a little mangled, probably from the tears that have been dug up from his back closet to coat his words with emotional residue.

Copper dives deep under Jet's sea pt.3

Copper drops his eyes and his fury fizzles in seconds. He was always the calmer twin, the one who forgave first. He still is. “I’m so outside of you. I don’t know what’s going on in your head. I’m worried that you’re going to get into a fight you can’t win, because you’re a protector and a hothead. I can’t be worried about Rune because I’m worried about who you are for her.”

Jet processes this information. His hands fall from Copper’s face, but he rests them on his brother’s arms. They’re disconnected right now. They need the contact.

“Rune and I are very different people.”

Copper opens his mouth to interrupt but Jet continues straight away.

“We have similar ways of dealing with our problems. That is, we want to take care of them by ourselves. We struggle to trust others, and hate needing help, and we’d rather throw a punch than feel our pain on the inside. That’s all true. But we’re different because I have you, and I have the guys. I pretend I don’t, but I know I have you. Rune has no one. So I said she could have me.”

“I don’t want her to have you. I want you to stop fighting and be safe.” It’s the most vulnerable and honest Copper has sounded since their reunion and it tears into Jet more than anything.

“I’ll never stop fighting,” Jet says with a halfway apologetic smile. “I’m a fighter. You can’t take that from me.”

“No,” Copper acknowledges, and then doesn’t follow up with anything else.

Jet moves one hand up to slide through Copper’s hair. His brother hasn’t felt like the younger twin in a while, but he feels like it now, like he’s much younger, much smaller. Like he’s once again someone for Jet to protect. Like it’s his job to do the caring for.

“I’d fight for you, for Shadow, for Hawk, even.”

Copper half-smiles at that.

“Now I want to fight for Rune because-” Jet stops himself before he spills any of her hesitant confessions. He’d fight for her because he loves a fight and hates a bully, and because Rune has been such a strange source of light that he can’t give up on. She’s such a terrible mirror and that’s not been easy, but she’s so alone.

“She’s alone.” Copper says it out loud, tone understanding, resigned. “You’ve been alone. You can’t abandon her because you wish you’d had someone who wouldn’t abandon you.”

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Jane’s Pets Chapter 69: Fear

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You’ve been having a hard time.

It’s disappointing. You were doing so well, and you know you’re safe, and you still want to curl up under a blanket and hide from everyone. Partly from embarrassment, but mostly because you’re terrified every second of every day and it’s not exhilarating or exciting anymore, it’s just scary and exhausting. You’ve been trying not to cry, it just hurts your head and makes your ears ring and makes you dizzy.

“I think I should take you to the hospital.” Barron says. “It’s much harder to magically shield a moving target, but I can do it. I’m afraid that you have something that will get worse the longer you go without treatment, and if there’s anything we can do to help with the headaches besides giving you ibuprofen, I want to know.”

You suck in air through your teeth. “That’s how she found me last time, when I played the escape game! She can track that stuff! Please don’t make me Barron, please, please, I don’t want to go back. It’s not getting worse, it just gets bad when I’m stressed, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want-“

“Hey, hey. I’ll never force you to do something you don’t want to do. It was just an idea. I didn’t think about her being able to track you non-magically through those kind of records. What if I took you somewhere without records like that?”

You whimper. You don’t want to get out from under your blanket, let alone leave the cabin.

“I’ll never force you to do anything.” Barron repeats.

You don’t want to see a doctor. They’d just try and give you an MRI and ask where your scars come from and why you have a collar on so tight. But you say “maybe another time.”

“Okay. I’ll keep looking into stuff about traumatic brain injuries to see what else we can do to help.”

“Thank you.”

“Besides the pain, how are you doing?”

“I- I’m so scared all the time.”

“…That sucks.”

You wait for it to continue, but it doesn’t.

“I was doing so well. I was going to be able to start going by my name soon. I felt really good. Scared, but good. I want that back. And I want to be able sleep without having nightmares and read without getting headaches, and- and I want things to go back to normal!”

“What can we do to help?”

“I don’t know! Why would I know? None of this makes sense! I should be okay by now!”

“You sound… frustrated.”

“You’re not helping!”

“Sorry.”

Usually Barron is a bit more helpful than this.

“I don’t know what to do.” You whisper.

“I guess… if you only feel safe hiding under a blanket, stay there for now. I know you’ll challenge yourself when you feel ready. And we’ll help in any way we can.”

“…thank you.” You wouldn’t say you feel safe under the blanket, but it feels safer than being exposed. “Um, have you found out- have you learned anything about what Jane is? How to kill her, or take her powers? I’d feel safer if I felt like there was a way to stop her.”

“I have some guesses. I think maybe she’s a descendant of a whole bunch of things. Demon and vampire and fae, and probably other things too. But what worries me is that, if that’s the case, she doesn’t seem to have the weaknesses of those species. You’ve seen her go into the sun, right? She’d be able to keep any materials that might hurt her out of that house, so we don’t know if she’d be vulnerable to silver or iron or salt. And the teleportation would make it very difficult to stake her through the heart or perform an exorcism.”

You peak out from under the blanket. “She’s touched and eaten salt. And she’s used silverware, though I wouldn’t be able to tell if it was actually made of something else.”

“See, this is what worries me. With everything else, there is a balance. Every species has weaknesses. As a mage I need materials and specific rituals to cast spells, I can’t just cast whenever I want to. She’s getting all these benefits- the healing, the immortality, the teleportation, the strength, her fucking void, which doesn’t match up with any magical creatures I know of- she’s got all that, and no known weaknesses. That’s not how magic works. More power means more weaknesses, or more difficulty accessing that power.”

“That’s- that’s great, actually.” You let the blanket fall away. You’re terrified, but… maybe you can actually stop Jane. It hasn’t felt like a real possibility before. “She doesn’t have trouble accessing her powers, so she must have a lot of weaknesses. We can just, like, try things. Once Kitty and Puppy are safe. Something will work. She has weaknesses. She has lots of weaknesses.”

“…probably. But, if she defies the other ways we understand magic, what if that rule doesn’t apply to her either?”

That can’t be a possibility. She’ll have weaknesses, she has to. “Then she’ll find us somehow and kill you guys and take me back. She’ll never stop doing this unless we stop her. So she has to have weaknesses. Do you have any other ideas about what she could be?”

“I… everything else is pretty weak. I thought maybe her powers exclusively affect the mind. If that was the case, she could create illusions that make it look like she’s teleported or survived something fatal. She could even implant memories.”

“…What do you mean that’s pretty weak? That makes perfect sense. That would explain everything so easily.”

“I guess I just think that if she could manipulate your reality like that, she would seem even more powerful. She would appear to shapeshift into horrifying things, she would make you see and feel injuries you could never survive, she would- I just think she would do more, if that was her skillset. There’s no reason for her to put all that effort into convincing you she can teleport and heal from anything, but not try and convince you of other things. Even if it’s a matter of magical exhaustion, and she could only do a few illusions of that depth, why would she choose those specific powers? It just doesn’t make sense to me. But you know her better than I do. What do you think?”

“She… doesn’t have that kind of restraint. If she could do more, she would, even if it exhausted her. But maybe I only think that because she’s fucked with my head.”

“Exactly, it’s hard to prove or disprove anything related to the idea that she can do mind magic.”

“Well, what would be her weaknesses, if that was the case?”

“There are a lot of different kinds of mind magic, and a lot of different species who can do it. Like, with sirens, you just have to plug your ears, but with others you have to be constantly looking out for flaws in the illusion in order to break out. But most species with mind magic are vulnerable to the same things humans are. If she has been using mind magic to trick you, and you can manage to attack her instead of a version of her created by an illusion, she would be easy to kill.”

“What about taking her powers from her. Is there a way to do that?”

Barron looks… disturbed. “No. There is magic in everything, I don’t even know what taking the magic from something or someone would do. Maybe it would be possible to, like, make it harder for her to access her magic, but I don’t know of any spells that can do that.”

You nod. “So we kill her, then. That’s the only way it will ever stop.” It’s not a moral dilemma, and you don’t feel conflicted. You’ve killed before. At least this time it will save more lives than it ends.

“I believe you. We’ll figure something out.” Barron pauses, looking thoughtful. “Do you feel safer? We can talk more about this, make plans, if it’s helping. I’ve really only planned up to saving Kitty and Puppy.”

Your head actually feels a bit better. Maybe it’s because you’re less focused on it, or because you’re feeling a bit less stressed. Or maybe the pain would’ve lowered on its own either way. You… think you’re up to coming up with plans. “Yeah, that would help. Could you go see if Diya and Greg wanna help plan too?”

Barron nods and leaves the room. You are terrified and tired and you don’t want to deal with any of this anymore, but… it’s nice to have three people on your side. And not in the way Kitty and Puppy were, where they were only as on your side as they could get away with, actually on your side.

You take off your collar, more afraid of Jane still controlling you than of what she’d do if she found out. If there’s a benefit to being this scared, that would be it: everything is equally terrifying, so you know that if you can come out from under the blanket, you can take the collar off. You can, you can, you’re already scared so what differences does it make? Why should you worry about making it worse when it’s already so bad?

You pull the blanket tightly around you. You want to feel safe, you want this to stop, what’s taking Barron so long? You feel tears in your eyes. What the fuck is wrong with you? Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the collar off, she’s going to find out and she’s going to punish you and if you think this is the most scared you can be she’ll prove yoh wrong-

“Hey, hey, we’re here. Just breathe. I, uh, grabbed you some saltines.”

Barron hands you an unopened sleeve of saltines. Diya places a gentle hand on your shoulder and Greg hovers awkwardly.

“Let’s make some plans, does that still sound good? My forcefields prevent teleportation, so we could use that, right?”

“…yeah. Yeah. If we could stop her from teleporting even for a bit, that would be really helpful.” You try to focus on opening the sleeve of saltines, but you’re shaking too much. “Can you- can you hurt her while she’s in a forcefield, though, or would you have to be inside with her?”

Greg gently takes the saltines and opens them for you, before handing them back.

“I would have to be inside with her. Or, someone would. Unless we set a trap first, and then used a forcefield to make sure she couldn’t teleport away from the trap…”

You’ve never noticed before, but Barron’s voice is really calming. You have trouble following everything it says, but… it’s voice is nice. And Diya pats your shoulder or squeezes your hand every once in a while, and that’s nice too. Your eyes slip closed.

Too tired to be this scared, your body tells you. And you’re still afraid, but… the fear is just in your body, just a pounding heart and a twisting stomach and shaking shaking shaking. And you are not your body, at least not right now.

You feel kind of floaty, and you recognize this feeling, you would get it sometimes when Jane would hurt you, and though the thought makes your heart pound faster, you feel fine. Light and floaty and disconnected.

For the first time since you were rescued, you fall asleep with your collar off.

~~

Kitty doesn’t like Jane’s games. The stupid headband thing is one of them. A game about not just being obedient, but compliant. Prioritizing keeping Jane happy over the letter of the law. They know she wants to keep it on without having been told to.

Kitty’s not going to play.

“Master? Did you want me to keep the headband on, like my collar?”

Jane hums thoughtfully. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Will I be punished if I take it off?”

“Well, why don’t you take it off and see?”

Kitty wants to. They want to show Jane that they’re never going to be the compliant pet she wants them to be.

But more than that, they want to not get put in sensory deprivation again. So they don’t touch the headband.

“That’s what I thought. You’re a little scaredy-cat, huh?”

The taunting actually makes obeying easier. She wants them to take it off, to have a reason to punish them. Not that she needs a reason.

Kitty just needs to show they’ll be good, and things will go back to normal. That’s how it always is after they’re punished.

“Yes, Master.”

Jane laughs. “Aw, you’re so sweet today. My good Kitty. This is how it always should’ve been.”

It’ll go back to normal. Just a show of obedience and Jane will take the muzzle off of Puppy and the headband off of Kitty. Things will go back to normal.

Right?

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[can-of-pringles]

When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 9

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Copia helps Silas celebrate his birthday.

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May

Since that day, Copia had been planning on what he would get Silas for his birthday. It really hadn’t been too difficult since Silas gave him a fairly clear idea of what he wanted. Copia decided to combine the two ideas he was given and planned on gifting him dark green gemstone gold stud earrings.

Had Copia actually seen an example in real life of the earrings he’d thought of in his head? No, but he figured there had to be something similar out there. His thoughts had been confirmed when he looked online for some, politely borrowing a Sister of Sin’s laptop to browse.

Copia gasped and smiled when he found a perfect pair of earrings online. Dark green gemstone, probably an emerald or a gem that looked like one, with gold as the base stud part. It was absolutely perfect.

Then reality set in. The Cardinal had been worried that by buying them online and having it shipped, it might not get there in time. He frowned, trying to figure it out. He looked again, making sure he didn’t miss any info, before realizing he could get them in store. Copia sighed in relief. He could go in person. Problem solved.

Although his anxieties set in. He didn’t leave the Ministry as much as he probably should, blaming it on some mild agoraphobia. He grimaced, realizing he’d have to get over that soon once he started touring.

Copia sighed, realizing he was overthinking it. He just had to quickly go out and buy the earrings and come back home. Easy. But maybe it would be better if he didn’t go alone?

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Copia walked down the halls, carefully holding the laptop in his arms. He made it to the Ghouls’ common area and stuck his head into the room.

“Ghouls, I need some help and I was wondering if anyone wanted to volunteer?” He asked.

Most of them had been hanging out and preoccupied with their own stuff, hobbies, watching TV, playing video games, the list went on. When Copia made himself known, however, they all looked up from what they were doing.

“Depends on what it is,” Dewdrop responded, slightly joking. If Copia truly needed help, he would help. He was just teasing for now.

Copia walked into the room more, showing them all what was on the laptop. “I need to go and buy these, but I honestly don’t really want to go by myself… would anyone want to come along?”

“Ooh, those are pretty! Who are they for?” Cumulus asked, getting a closer look at the earrings.

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s buying them for Silas,” Swiss remarked, only briefly looking up from his video game.

Copia started to stammer, and his face turned a red blush. Instinctively he was going to argue, but then realized that the Ghoul was right. He sighed and adjusted his grip on the laptop. “How did you know?”

Swiss and the rest of the Ghouls looked at each other in silence before looking at him again.

“Lucky guess?” Swiss muttered.

“What’s the occasion?” Rain changed the subject.

“You can’t tell anyone. I want to keep all of this a surprise, but his birthday is coming up, so I’m getting him these.” He explained.

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you!” Sunshine grinned, causing Copia to smile a little.

“Anyway, does anyone want to go with me to buy them?”

She immediately raised her hand. “Me! I’ll go with you! I can buy myself some jewelry while we’re out.”

After some of the other Ghouls frowned, Sunshine sighed in exasperation. “I’ll probably get a few pieces of jewelry we can share, and I’ll make sure to bring back some snacks for everyone.”

Everyone cheered at that.

“Thank you, Sunshine. Is now a good time to go?” Copia asked.

“Yeah, just give me a second,” she spoke before turning her human glamor on. “Okay, let’s go.”

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“It said a specific aisle online…” Copia muttered, looking around.

“Probably the jewelry section?” Sunshine suggested, continuing to push the cart that she insisted on using.

“Ah… right, yeah.” He smiled sheepishly. “I just need to grab the earrings, and then you can get some stuff, and then finally we can head over to the snack section.”

She grinned. “Come on! I think I see it!” She pushed the cart faster, causing Copia to pick up the pace somewhat.

After getting to the jewelry section, Sunshine looked around on her own, keeping an eye out for any shiny earrings or other jewelry she and the other Ghouls would like. Copia browsed the shelves, looking closely. He knew they had to be around there.

He made a small noise in victory when he found them. They were in a small dark blue box and looked just like the picture online. After a slight inspection, he placed the box carefully in the cart.

“Sunny, I found them! Do you want to get snacks now?” He turned his head, trying to get her attention.

Sunshine held a few packets of earrings and one necklace in her hands. She smiled and put them in the cart. “Yeah!”

Copia looked down into the basket, frowning slightly. “And they’re not too much, right?” He asked out of concern. He would’ve totally paid for her if she couldn’t, or more accurately, have the Ministry pay for it.

“No, don’t worry! I’ve been waiting for a good shopping day,” she said.

“Ah, okay, good, good. Snacks now?” He smiled.

“Yes!”

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“We’re back!” Sunshine announced as she walked into the Ghouls’ room.

Without warning, she lightly chucked bags of chips and other snacks at the Ghouls. Luckily, they caught them and everyone cheered.

Copia let out a sigh of relief, originally worried that the snacks would get damaged. “Thanks for coming with me, Sunshine.”

“Yeah, of course! It worked out for everyone.” She placed the jewelry she bought on the table, allowing everyone who was interested to look and admire; and plan on who got to wear what first.

“They had the earrings, right?” Cumulus asked.

Copia nodded and held up the blue box, showing the earrings inside. Practically all the Ghouls gave him a thumbs up.

“Are you going to wrap it?” Rain asked.

“Yes, I believe there’s some tissue paper around here… that should be enough,” he said. “I know for a fact there’s leftover in storage!” He corrected.

“Good luck with the gift-giving,” Dew added.

The other Ghouls nodded and gave him words of encouragement.

“Thank you, my Ghouls.” Copia smiled and said his goodbyes, leaving to find the paper.

---

May 14

The day was finally here. Copia had wrapped and secured the gift in time. As a bonus, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a packet of brownies from a box that a Sibling had bought and put in the pantry, for anyone to eat. Sure, it wasn’t a birthday cake, but it had to count, right? He hoped it would be enough.

While on break, Copia went to find Silas. He focused on keeping a leisurely pace, not trying to look as if he was speed-walking, due to his excitement at surprising his friend. He kept the main gift in his pocket while he carefully held the packet-wrapped brownie in his hand.

His eyes lit up when he finally saw Silas. He was wearing a wonderfully dark green sweater that went well with his brown slacks. Copia thought he always dressed nice, but noticed it especially today.

“The sweater will go well with his gift.” He thought.

Silas smiled when he saw Copia walking towards him.

“Silas, happy birthday!” He grinned. “I didn’t have a cake… but I brought you one of the brownies from the pantry. I hope it’s enough.”

“Oh, it’s more than enough, thank you.” He accepted it and carefully put it in a loose pocket just for then so he’d have his hands free. “I’m assuming you have plans for me?” He raised a brow and quirked one side of his mouth up in an attempt at a lopsided smile.

“Oh, yes, I thought it would be nice to celebrate outside if you want?” Copia tilted his head.

“Sounds lovely,”

They started walking together side by side, going down the main path that led to the Ministry grounds. Copia led him to the familiar stone bench, politely ushering him to sit down. Silas gave Copia a look until he realized he wanted him to sit down as well. They sat next to each other, admiring the outside views.

Silas took out the brownie and broke it in half on the small indented line. He held out one half to Copia. “Here, we can share it.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s okay, it’s your brownie.” He politely declined.

“Come on, you’re just being nice.” Silas chuckled shortly. “Take it.”

“Well… if you insist.” Copia shrugged and accepted the brownie half.

They both ate their treats and occasionally talked about their day, what Silas was going to do for the rest of it, how he’d been getting birthday cards and gifts in the mail from family and such.

When they finished, Copia cleared his throat and stood up, standing in front of him. “Now, for the best part!”

“There’s more?” Silas looked up at him, amused.

“Your gift.” He smiled.

“The brownie was all I needed.” Silas joked.

Copia stammered slightly. “But… but what about your gift?”

“I’m sorry, it was a joke! I’m kidding. You know I’ve been looking forward to whatever you planned for me.” He quickly corrected.

“Ah… okay. You prankster!” Copia playfully swatted his arm.

“That’s me. The biggest prankster in the world,” he spoke sarcastically.

“Okay, okay, here you go.” Copia took the wrapped box out of his pocket and handed it to him, watching excitedly as Silas inspected it.

“Oh, you even wrapped it!” He smiled.

“Yes, is that okay?” Copia fidgeted with his sleeves.

“Yeah, of course, it’s very sweet.” Silas looked at him before looking down again and starting to unwrap the gift. “I have a feeling I know what this is…” He smiled, holding up the small box.

“Ta-da!” Copia grinned once he opened the box.

Silas gasped, looking closely at the green gem gold earrings. “Oh, wow… Copia, these are beautiful… they’re very shiny too.”

“Not as shiny as the stained glass windows from you cleaning them.” He winked, getting a small scoff and a playful eye roll from Silas in return.

“They even match the sweater you’re wearing! I know you mentioned wanting some gold earrings, but also that your favorite color is green, so I got you a combination of the two.” He explained.

“Thank you, Copia. This is so thoughtful.” Silas grinned. He had the urge to get up and hug him but held back. It was too soon. He took out his usual earrings and put the new ones in to try them out.

“I’m so glad you like them! I really wanted to get something perfect.”

“You succeeded in that.” He stood up as well, sadly preparing to return to work. “This was such a nice birthday surprise. Thank you.” A hug would’ve been too forward. However, Silas lightly touched his shoulder for a brief second.

Copia felt odd inside, maybe a slight butterfly in your stomach feeling? He swallowed and ignored the blush he felt on his face. “You’re welcome.”

“Looks like our free time is up… come on, let’s walk back.” Silas sighed lightly, not too upset, but still wishing he could spend more time with him.

Copia nodded quickly, still focusing on the touch and the unfamiliar feelings.

---

As Silas had predicted before, Hanna had gotten him a cake and planned on watching movies with him; his pick, of course. After eating some slices of the delicious cake, they sat comfortably on the couch, browsing through the streaming services of what to watch. Blizzard snuggled into Silas’ side, curled up and slowly falling asleep.

“Wait… how did I miss those?” Hanna furrowed her brows.

“Miss what?” Silas gave her a confused look.

“Where did you get those earrings?” She pointed to the ones Copia had gifted him.

“Oh, I got them today as a birthday gift,” he said.

“Who is giving out birthday earrings?”

“Copia.” He admitted after a bit.

“Wait- the Cardinal guy?” Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, is that a problem…?” Silas looked away, feeling his face heat up.

“No, I was just surprised slightly… though maybe I shouldn’t be considering how much you talk about him. Is it common for coworkers to gift jewelry?” She thought aloud.

“He insisted on giving me something for my birthday, so I told him just some simple gold studs, but I guess he wanted to do more.” He didn’t know why he felt defensive. Silas tried calming his internal feelings before continuing. “It was really thoughtful of him.”

“Yeah, it was… it’s sweet.” Hanna smiled slightly. “He sounds like a good guy. I mean, you talk about him constantly,”

“I do not talk about him constantly…” He rolled his eyes.

She chuckled. “Okay, are we going to watch something or keep talking about your special coworker?”

“Hanna…” He mildly glared, mostly teasing.

Hanna laughed and handed him the remote.

[itsshizyne]

Baby Daddy Chronicles

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A Tomura Shigaraki parent Oneshot

You forced Tomura to spend some alone time with his year old son while you went out with a couple of friends for a girls night out. He realises how difficult parenthood can really be.

Inspired by @wornoutmouse

Word count: I have no idea but I’m pretty sure it’s a lot. Way more than I expected.

Warnings: None, just Papa Shiggy trying to figure out how to please and get along with his son.

This is targeted towards Black readers, but the reader insert is able to fit with anyone.

Key: b/n = baby’s name.

“It won’t stop staring at me.” He told you on the phone as he carefully watched his crawling child from the other side of the room. Chewing on one of his soft baby toys with his toothless gums as drool gathered around his small mouth.

You scoffed on the other side of the phone line. “It? Tomura that’s your son you know? And he literally just turned one last week. What is he supposed to do? Do cartwheels around the house?” You laughed, resulting in a groan from your baby daddy.

Tomura nearly jumped out of the grey sofa as his son began to slowly crawl towards him. He noticed the small, h/c haired, curly headed infant had one of his red shoes in his hands and quickly pulled it out of the child’s small fingers before he could start sucking on it. “He’s been doing the same thing for nearly an hour, it’s really creepy.”

“Welcome to parenthood. If you were around often, you’d see b/n does that all the time.” You sighed.

Shigaraki saw that the child was about to cry and pulled him up onto the sofa, his pinky fingers pointing away from the mini body as to assure that his quirk wouldn’t activate. “It’s not my fault I’m always at meetings, the league needs me y/n.”

“Well your son needs you more. You should’ve thought about all of that before and pulled out fast enough. Anyway, I’ve gotta go, have fun! I’ll be back in a couple of hours!” Before he could say anything you hung up, Shigaraki slumped his body down into the soft cushions as his child continued to stare at him with crimson eyes, just like his own, like he was some sort stranger.

This was the first time he’d ever been alone with his toddler. Ever since the kid was born, he had always left you to deal with the parent stuff while he was busy coming up with ideas to take down the corrupt hero society. Occasionally coming round with diapers, clothes, food, money and other things needed so you and his child were living comfortably.

It’s not like he didn’t want to be around his son, but it was more of a fear. He didn’t exactly have a good upbringing himself, he was new to all of this and thought he wasn’t good enough to be a father or he wasn’t prepared to take on such responsibilities of caring for a small infant.

Although you constantly reassured him that it was all going to be okay, he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to show love to the child. And that he would probably grow up resenting his father, or worse…end up just like him.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his son crawl out of his arms and land bottom first onto the wooden floor, he tried to pick him back up when the child began to fidget and whine beneath him.

“Oh come on little guy, can’t you see I’m trying to make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble.” The baby smacked his muscular arm and began to crawl back to his original space, picking up one of those small All Might action figures you brought for him out of spite and smack it head first against the floor.

Shigaraki chuckled and scooted towards his son on the floor, attempting to take the toy out of his hand before being met with a small palm against his soft cheek. “Alright! I’ll leave you to keep destroying your little figure. I guess we have at least one thing in common hm?”

A gentle, warming smile appeared on Tomura’s face as the toddler began to loudly giggle, grinning wide with soft gums in amusement while he smashed the figure’s head on the floor with even more force. His father’s heart warmed at the sight of this, not only did his son also hate all might for some reason, but he found joy in destroying things to make him happy.

You would be pissed if you saw Shigaraki finding amusement in shamelessly entertaining the child’s activities, but you weren’t here. To your baby daddy, it was just him and his sons little secret.

However, his smile was quickly faded when the baby began to loudly cry. On normal occasions, he’d just step back and wait for you to deal with your son while he made his way to the balcony due to the fact he hated such noises.

But unfortunately this wasn’t the case. Tomura would have to man up, and deal with whatever was troubling his son like a responsible parent.

Only…he couldn’t think of anything.

You fed him before you went out. And made sure you had stocks of perpetrated milk in the fridge in case he got hungry, and his favourite show that made Tomura rip out strands of his white hair from the annoying rhymes was on the television at normal volume, so what could possibly be causing his son such agitation?

It was only until Shigaraki picked up his boy and was met with a strong, putrid smell from the boy’s diaper that he finally knew. And he wasn’t looking forward to solving the unfortunate problem.

~~~~~~~~

Holding the boy with eight fingers, the older male quickly rushed to his room and placed him on the changing mat. Tomura wasn’t exactly a fan of changing nappies, he always left it for you to do. He didn’t even know what way to put a nappy on a child, both sides were to insure that the baby waste didn’t spread anywhere else so why did he have to care what side he put it on?

After stripping the baby and realising he was completely lost on what to do next, there was only one person he knew could call at this time of the evening. Small coos and groans could be heard from the small boy as he held one foot high in the air with the other in his mouth.

“Look, cut me some slack okay? Your mother usually does this type of stuff.” He told the child as he began to call Dabi. He was the eldest out of his siblings, so he definitely knew how to change a diaper right? He must have the experience.

After almost two minutes of constant transfers to voicemail, the black haired male finally picked up his phone with a loud irritated groan. “What the fuck do you want? I’m sort of in the middle of something here.”

Tomura didn’t ask or even want to know what his partner was in the middle of, when dealing with such a lazy manwhore like Dabi, who knows what he’s up to most of the time. “Do you know how to change a diaper? The kid took a dump and y/n usually deals with stuff like this.”

Shigaraki was met with a huge guffaw of laughter from Dabi after explaining his current, serious situation and started to get annoyed. This was no laughing matter. “What? Seriously? Please tell me you’re joking boss, you don’t know how to change a diaper? Have you been living under a rock or something?”

“Just shut your mouth and tell me how to do this shit, I don’t have time for your jokes.” Tomura rasped, scratching his neck in frustration as his associate continued to mock him. “Fine alright I’ll help, this is why b/n can always count on his uncle Dabi.”

Shigaraki suddenly quirked an eyebrow and screwed his face. “Wait. Who said you’re his uncle? Cause I sure as hell didn’t.”

“Um, your baby momma. I was literally the first person to go to the hospital and see the kid, I’m practically his certified god father. Put some respect on my name Shiggy.” Dabi clapped back, sounding quite offended.

“Whatever, just tell me how to change this thing. I swear this parent thing is starting to get on my last nerves.” He complained, rubbing the side of his head and letting out a heavy sigh.

“Should’ve pulled out.”

“For fuck sak- JUST TELL ME HOW TO DO IT ALREADY!” He yelled, startling the baby and resulting in a small cry. His father quickly pulled out one of his soft chew toys and put it in his hand, calming the little boy down.

“Alright relax. So the first thing you’re gonna wanna do is take off the diaper, remove those little sticky bits.” Dabi begun to explain, Tomura put the phone on loud speaker and set it by b/n’s little head. He removed the tape from the front of the diaper and pulled the front down.

Being met with a strong stench, he put that front of his hoodie over his nose in attempt to block out the smell. “Yeah I did that, what next?”

“Pick up a few baby wipes and clean him and his mess up, and I mean CLEAN him, he might get a rash of you don’t. and make sure you do it from top to bottom.” Dabi spoke in a serious tone. Tomura nodded and began to wipe all of the poop away, he started to get a hang of it after a few swipes and smiled at his new accomplishment.

He was finally getting this whole dad thing under control, it was one of his great successes next to that one time he and the LOV fought the entire liberation front with hardly any sleep.

He was quite proud of himself. “Yeah I cleaned him up, next ashtray?”

“Clean him more, make sure there’s nothing there. Then you’re gonna have to put the wipes in the dirty diaper and wrap it up.” Tomura gave b/n a final wipe down with a warm wet, rag and placed the used wipes into the dirty nappy, using the sticky sides to hold everything in place when he wrapped it up and threw it in a plastic bag.

He didn’t notice his son slowly crawling away naked with the phone until he glanced back, he scooped the child up with one hand and placed him back onto the mat. “I haven’t finished just yet, stay here. You can hold the phone for me alright.” He giggled and tapped b/n’s button nose before resuming. “So what should I do after that?”

“Well you put a fresh diaper back on the kid and put his clothes back on.” Dabi lazily responded, Shigaraki picked up the diaper and was met with confusion as he tried to figure out what side went where. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate for me, I don’t know how to put it on.”

“There’s absolutely no way that you’re being serious right now… where are you when y/n does this?” The male on the other side of the phone slapped and shook his head in huge disappointment. What kind of father doesn’t know how to put on a diaper? “I have better things to do than deal with dirty diapers. You, of all people should know this.”

“And I thought y/n having a kid would change you, jeez you’re so cold boss.” Dabi said subtly, not knowing his words would land a critical hit on Tomura’s heart.

“I know I haven’t been father of the year, but I’m trying change that. So how do you do it?” He mumbled with a click of his tongue, feeling quite guilty at the fact that Dabi was right. Of course he’d been there to provide for his little boy, but when it got to important moments like this, he was always quick to run away and avoid catering to his son’s needs at all costs.

A simple job for you, yet a complete and utter hassle for him was an eye opener that he needed to have a change of attitude towards b/n.

“The side with the sticky part goes at the back and the soft side goes at the front.” Dabi answered and yawned into the mic, his hot breath blowing loudly through the phone with a static like sound causing Tomura’s son to shake the phone out of innocent curiosity.

After a few long and complicated seconds that felt like an eternity, Shigaraki was able to successfully put b/n into a fresh diaper. He put on a fresh pair of purple space pyjamas onto the little boy and hoisted him over his shoulder.

“Aye well done boss, you aren’t just a deadbeat father after all!” Dabi playfully clapped his hands together and jokingly cheered for his boss, successfully earning a long eye roll from the annoyed male who sucked his teeth.

“I was never a deadbeat, respect me.” Tomura frowned.

“Well Now you’re done, I’m gonna go back to doing what I was doing. Give my nephew a little kiss on the forehead from his favourite uncle okay?”

“Oh fuck right off.” Tomura grinned, patting b/n on the back as he him bounced around. “Fine be like that asshole, you’re just jealous that his favourite uncle has always got his back.”

“And his only father does too. Don’t I little man? Don’t I? Your daddy’s got you!” He cooed at the baby in his arms, who giggled and gripped at his hoodie.

Feeling grossed out at his boss’ sudden kindness, Dabi said his final goodbyes.“You’re so weird. It’s scary hearing you all happy and shit. Anyway I’m out, bye.” And with that; he hung up the phone. Leaving Tomura and his mini version of himself to hang out.

Tomura held the baby high in the air, chuckling to himself as mini feet kicked and flew all over the place in a fit of excitement. “So now that we’ve finally got that out of the way, what are me and you gonna do next hm?”

~~~~~~~~

After nearly an hour and a half of his father kindly entertaining the toddler with various, safe, ‘anti villain activities’, which is what you liked to call them, b/n started crying again. At this point Tomura had gotten used to his son’s yelling, carefully picking up the child and rocking him on his shoulder as he walked to the kitchen.

He put b/n into his blue and red high chair and pulled out his own seat, rummaging through the cabinets where you kept the baby food. “The last time I gave you your bottle, you threw it at my head. So pick between these two.” He pulled out a jar of mashed Carrot and peas, and apple purée.

B/n reached for the apple purée with his small hands and began to use his gums to bite on the lid, indicating to his father of his chosen meal for the evening.

“Good choice.” Tomura smiled and opened the jar, scooping up some of the purée with a plastic baby spoon and putting it into his Son’s mouth. “Ah, so now you’re not being all fussy. All you wanted was a little food huh?”

“Woah, don’t eat too fast, you might get the hiccups kid.” After Tomura waited for son to swallow his food, b/n soon opened his mouth and awaited another spoon full of apple sauce.

All this praise came to a stop when the infant spat out his mouthful of food. Tiny chunks of apple sauce covered Shigaraki’s frowning face as he sat in his seat frozen from shock, the little boy couldn’t help but laugh at his father’s reaction, that’s what kids do after all.

He stood up from his seat and picked up the nearest clean cloth to wipe his face and hoodie. “You try so hard to make my life difficult don’t you?” He sighed at a occupied b/n trying to get the last of his apple sauce from the almost empty jar with his little hand.

Tomura immediately came to assist him and scraped the leftover purée from inside of the jar and plopped it into the baby’s mouth.

“I guess I’ve gotta clean you up now. Your mum should be home soon.” He said checking his wrist watch. He cleaned his child’s hands and face with a baby wipe before he picked him up and went back into your living room.

~~~~~~~~

In order to keep the kid distracted while he cleaned up the living room which was filled with all of b/n’s little toys laying around, Tomura went through some of the CDs you had given him before you left.

In the end, he decided on Shrek 2. Tomura remembered how you always put it on for b/n whenever you were busy with work or house chores so he wouldn’t trouble you too much. “This should be fun, it’s your favourite movie right?”

B/n clapped for joy with his petite palms as he watched his father slip the disk into the DVD player and patiently waited for it to load as his guardian went into the other room to collect cleaning supplies.

Instead of watching the film, he watched Shigaraki with wide red eyes begin to put all of his teddy bears, action figures and electronic toys into his big customised wooden toy box situated in the corner of your living room.

Once he noticed that his father was done cleaning, He crawled towards the couch and held his hands up as an indication for him to be picked up. “All you have to do as ask y’know. Come on, I know you can do it. Just say something to me, Anything kid.”

One of Shigaraki’s goals was to be the one to inspire his Son’s first words. When you weren’t around, he always tried to get him to say crazy things such as ‘I hate All Might!’ or ‘Decay!’ But so far he hasn’t been successful. It wasn’t going to stop him from trying though.

If the kid could crawl, he could definitely try and talk.

“So you’re not gonna talk for me? Okay then little guy, come here.” He said in a slightly disappointed tone and brought his child up onto his lap, holding him in place with his strong arms as they both sat in silence watching Shrek shout at Donkey for no particular reason.

It reminded him about his relationship with Dabi and the others, they’d talk about absolute nonsense during meeting and he’d always tell them to shut up and focus on the main planning. He was a really tough leader, but secretly had a soft spot for each and every one of them. Just like he had a soft spot for you.

“Looks like after tormenting me all day, someone’s tired.” Shigaraki whispered as his son began to yawn and turn into his chest for comfort. He removed his hoodie and put it over b/n’s body, leaving himself with nothing but a white vest and grey jogging bottoms to get comfortable in.

He could feel himself slowly drifting off to sleep, he was really tired after spending the day taking care of the mischievous b/n. However, he had to ensure his little one was resting smoothly before he could take his own nap, so stayed up for another half hour.

Running his three fingers along the infants small back as he coed and dribbled over his fathers chest, before falling into a deep sleep.

And once he was satisfied, Shigaraki too slowly fell into slumber just minutes later.

No heavy or deep thoughts, just him and his adorable, innocent sleeping son on the small couch.

~~~~~~~~

“Shig? I’m back.” You yelled as you stepped through the front door, wondering what was currently occupying your boyfriend and your child.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” You called out again when you failed to receive a first response.

“B/n. Your mother’s home, where are you my favourite little guy? Hm?” You slipped off your shoes and coat, placed them on the floor and coat hanger before walking further into your home.

It was unusually quiet, from the last time you spoke to Tomura on the phone, you were expecting quite the opposite. B/n crawling up and down the apartment while his father tried to catch him, little toys everywhere, but it wasn’t the case.

Instead, the place was completely spotless and you were shocked to see your baby boy sleeping peacefully on top of his father’s chest, curled up in a little ball with his resting dad still holding him with one arm. It was such a beautiful sight to walk into.

Attempting to make as little noise as possible to ensure you didn’t wake the two males, you picked up a large nearby blanket and put it over them. The foreign object was enough for a half a sleep Tomura to flutter his eyes and smile at your presence that he missed so much.

“Did I do okay?”

You moved small strands of white hair away from his face before placing a soft kiss against his slightly sweaty forehead as he fell back into deep sleep.

“You did great Tomu.”

[clouds-rambles]

Hi there! Can i request xiao, childe,zhongli where reader gets injured bad one time that they go into like a comatose or something? And at the end they wake up, thank you!! 🤗

Hi bestie! And ask and ye shall sufficiently be fed. I kept rambling on these so I hope you don’t mind <3

Pairings; (Separate) Xiao, Childe, Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); hurt/comfort, cursing, slight wound description

Keep reading under the cut!

Xiao

You didn’t actually plan to take on the Oceanid but you were in the area and you knew a friend needed a cleansing heart or two so why not?

The why not is the fact that the dumb water birds were ripping the shit out of you

Sufficiently happy that the Oceanid has given you a lesson enough, they disappear, leaving you pretty much in a heaped, shivering, bloody pile.

The yaksha hears his name being spoken with such a level of hurt, Xiao is moving before you’re able to mutter his name a second time

Despite his quick speeds and quicker panic, he hears your voice slowly lose breath. And as much as he doesn’t want to he has started preparing himself for the worst.

Maybe it’s his fault for loving a fleeting mortal?

When he reaches you, you’re unconscious. But breathing. Laboured, likely due to some broken ribs, but breathing none the less. A less panicked and worried Xiao would chastise him for holding onto something that could disappear.

Xiao isn’t going to let you die, not on his hands.

He takes your limp body back to the Wangshu Inn and within the hour there’s 3 doctors all bandaging your body and making sure your stable

Comatose isn’t a word that Xiao has much experience with. But to him it manifests into the worst weeks of his life

Where he isn’t sat beside you, he’s pacing in your room. And when he isn’t doing that he’s throwing himself so deep in slaying demons and once the supply of demons ran dry he started clearing out random hilichurl camps

He knows that things are starting to get better when you start muttering random things in your sleep, and reacting to whatever books Xiao reads to you

Nobody at the Inn says anything outwardly about how unusually soft Xiao is, but everyone’s notices. If you were awake Xiao could imagine you teasing him about it and giving him a kiss

Four weeks almost to the day you wake up. Xiao is sat in his normal place beside you, book in his hand reading to you

“I like that book, its my favourite” you tell the yaksha who hasn’t noticed your waking. Your voice struggles to make words, like when you talk first thing in the morning.

Xiao jumps a little at your voice, he was so engrossed in the book and barely noticed your gaze. 

Grinning is an understatement, Xiao smiles so wide and out of character that you almost jest about Xiao being a doppelganger 

But the moment he hugs you, careful of your bindings, the jest fizzles away

“I almost lost you” he tells you his face sufficiently buried in your neck to try and hide the growing tears that he’s been pushing back through the weeks 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily cutie” you reassure the yaksha as you embrace him as tight as your bandaged body can

-

Childe

The two of you love to expend your energy with random friendly fights be it wrestling around the house or finding the highest plains and having a great all out battle. You both find its a great way to release stress too

“I was thinking about eating out for dinner” you tell Childe as you parry his arrow

“That sounds like an idea. Loser pays” Childe responds with a grin

The fight is great, and dare you say it you’re winning

Until, by no joke, the biggest gust of wind pushes you off of the cliff and sends you flying

It would be funny if you couldn’t feel your bones breaking as you fall

Childe dives off the cliff the as soon as he can attempting to catch you

He does. But he’s a little too late to catch you conscious. You feel like a limp bag of potatoes. Your heartbeat being the only thing that’s currently grounding him and keeping him from committing various crimes

He doesn’t have the time to overthink until you’re safe and laying in your shared room

The three days that you’re unconscious Childe spends almost every waking moment sat on a chair beside your bed, laying on the bed beside you and actively avoiding as much work as he physically can. Even to the point a fatui agent comes to the house and lectures him about how he mustn’t keep avoiding his obligations.

He leaves for half a day on the third day and sits beside you the moment he gets back. He’s lazily telling you about his boring half day of work after he finishes he drops his head onto the bead

“I guess I’ll have to buy dinner though” you tell Childe your hand petting his hair 

You’ve never seen Childe sit up so fast and bury his head into your chest where you continue to pet his hair 

“Though you might have to go and get it, my bones hurt” you jest 

“You fell off a fucking cliff [name] I’m sure your bones do more than hurt” he smiles kissing your nose

You smile at the man and embrace him again “I’m sure you caught me though”

“Without hesitation” he grins, Childes worry's and the days before overthinking flutter away for the time being

-

Zhongli

Being the adventurer spirit that you are going to the reaches of Liyue and you’ve made it your personal goal of exploring every crevice of the country

On your way back to the Harbour after a month and a half being away. Though on the final stretch of your journey a mitachurl decided that you were a personal punching bag and threw you across the road

  Though in much pain from the fall you some how managed to make it back home and into the arms of your spouse

“I’ve got a present fo-” you pass out mid sentence, obviously your adrenaline from the mitachurl had finally ran out

Zhongli takes your sudden excess of deadweight and quickly lays you down onto your shared bed and checks you for any wounds

He quickly finds a large bruise from the mitachurl earlier. Zhongli changes you into some comfortable clothing while you’re already half undressed under his concerned gaze

Despite his quick thinking and generally unfazed expression the archon feels a unsettling pit at the bottom of his stomach

Baizhu is inside the house within the half hour and within the hour he has a diagnosis. A coma with no end date. 

Being acquainted with comas but thanks to his previous lifetimes Zhongli has never been so close to someone with such an ailment

Another month and a half Zhongli finds himself away from his spouse. Although trying to keep his schedule as consistent as possible his morning walks are changed to sitting at the bedside and dinner time was often spent sat to the table that was in the bedroom, but now moved closer to your bedside

Although very used to being alone for extended periods of time thanks for your love of exploration, he has never felt so far away from you despite you being so close to him

When you awoke it was actually close to midnight. Your brain takes a few moments to catch up with the world. You take into account that you’re in bed, and notably, your spouse was not

You feel the distinct pain of the hit you had taken, although you note that it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did when you came home

You sit on the edge of your bed and stand, a little wobbly at first, and you move about your home looking for your absent spouse

That’s until you find him asleep in the spare bedroom. Why is he there? You don’t remember having an explosive argument or kicking out of bed.

You enter the room and touch your spouses arm and you call his name. He wakes with a start almost surprised

“You’re awake” he informs you which causes you to chuckle at him

“You’re going to have to catch me up my love” you stroke his hair after he sits up in bed and urges you to sit atop his lap

“In the morning my dear, just for a moment let me be in your presence”

“Anything for you my love” you smile at him before pausing “Though I would love something to eat”

[beels-burger-babe]

Try it, I Dare You

*** Greetings! So this little fic is part of Familial Attachments which I wrote ages ago. I randomly got inspired by Big Bro! Lucifer and decided to branch off of it. Quick reminder that this MC is not a Teen! MC and therefore not underage. Thanks, everyone for the love and support! This fic is a long one. -B ***

Summary: As Lucifer forms a more familial bond with MC, the other brothers find themselves falling for the human romantically. Lucifer notes the changes in his brother's intentions and is not pleased.

Gaining you as an honorary little sibling was one of the best things to ever happen to Lucifer.

It gave him someone he could open up to, someone to fawn over, someone he could be soft with.

This change in dynamic between you and Lucifer had caused a number of things to change in the House of Lamentation in general.

You and Lucifer had become practically attached to the hip. Where you went, it seemed he wasn't far behind. The other brothers had joked that he had degraded himself to be your guard dog (a comment that had them all scrubbing the entirety of the hall's floors with their own toothbrushes), and in all honesty, he sort of had. Lucifer spent more time outside of his office, and would instead do his work in the lounge, where he could personally keep an eye on you.

It was this extra time around you that had caused Lucifer to begin to notice things.

It began, as most problems within the house do, with Mammon.

You had been talking with Mammon on the couch as Lucifer quietly did paperwork in the background.

He hadn't been listening in on the conversation (as frankly, it was none of his concern and you did deserve your own privacy), but your bright laugh had momentarily caught his attention.

When he glanced over, he saw you double over, nearly in tears from something Mammon had apparently said. It was nice.

What wasn't so nice, was the openly soft, adoring look that he was giving you under the knowledge that you weren't looking. His cheeks were dusted visibly flushed as his eyes glistened with affection.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as the expression quickly disappeared once you turned to face Mammon once more and continue your conversation.

Paying closer attention now, he noted how Mammon's hand was draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips ghosting over the tops of your shoulders. A fond smirk remained glued on his face as he watched you talk passionately, and didn't even make an attempt to interrupt you as he would with most people.

Most damning, however, was the fact that the blush never quite left his face.

Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line.

Mammon quite clearly had romantic interests in you, and that just wouldn't do.

It wasn't that Lucifer didn't trust you to know what's best for yourself. No. He knew that you were exceedingly clever and did, in fact, trust you to make your own choices. It was precisely why he hadn't done anything about Asmodeus's hollow flirtations, or Satan's teasing, or Belphegor's sleepovers. He knew that if you were truly bothered by it, you were more than capable of getting them to leave you alone.

He didn't, however, trust his brothers with you.

With the new pathway of thinking that Mammon's actions had opened that day, Lucifer had noticed that Mammon was not alone in his not-so-innocent intentions with you.

In fact, it appeared that you had captured the hearts of each of his brothers.

It was all too obvious to him now.

Satan's hands lingering on yours as he passed you books. Asmodeus's comments being less shallow and materialistic and more personal and sentimental. Levi's awe-filled eyes, being fixed on you rather than the games the two of you played. Belphegor, cracking open an eye to peer up at you when you weren't looking as he "slept" on your lap. Beel's fidgeting and blush as he asked you to help him work out. Mammon practically melting whenever you ruffled his hair; even as he protested and swatted at your hands.

Lucifer cursed his past self for being so oblivious.

Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that you, the innocent pure soul that you were, were completely oblivious to all of their advances. You would simply giggle or brush it off entirely as just one of the many weird things that his brothers did.

It was unacceptable.

Lucifer, although he seldom admitted it, loved his brothers. He truly did. But he also knew how reckless, moronic, and just overall dangerous they could all be. You deserved better than that. It was for this reason that Lucifer had made it his personal mission to put an end to these revolting advances.

-

Asmodeus smiled as he practically skipped over to where you were reading in the living room, "Hey MC," he draped his arms over your shoulder from behind and nestled his chin on top of your head. "What are you doing today?"

You chuckled and moved your head to gaze up at the bubbly demon. "Good morning, Asmo. I'm not doing much. Just relaxing, I guess. Why?"

Asmo could feel his smile widen at the information. He had been trying to get you all to himself all week, but there was always someone else around or something else that you had to do. Now was his chance!

He hummed as he snaked around the chair to face you. "Then that means you're free to spend the day shopping with your truly!" He shot off a cheeky wink to end it all off.

Asmo felt his heart flutter as your eyes glittered in excitement at his words. "I'd love to Asmo! Just let me gather a few things and we'll-"

"Ah! MC. Are you heading out for the day?"

All the light and warmth that Asmodeus had been feeling instantly plummeted as Lucifer entered the room. His brother was obviously trying to play it off as though he hadn't orchestrated this, not even looking at the two of them as he thumbed through a few papers in his hands, but Asmodeus knew better.

You, however, were none the wiser.

You practically lit up as Lucifer walked into the room. "Yeah! Asmodeus invited me to go shopping with him. We're probably going to be gone for the better part of the day," Asmodeus's bad mood caused by his brother's presence softened as you looked back at him.

Asmo plastered on a smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder while glared sharply at Lucifer. He hoped that maybe this time he'd actually take the hint and leave everything alone. "Was there something you needed, big brother? Or are you just here to grace us with your presence?"

Asmodeus regretted his words, as the moment he saw them, Lucifer smiled sharply, like a cat who'd just captured its prey. "Well, since you asked, Asmodeus, I was hoping the two of you could pick up a few things for me," Lucifer began to list off rare item after rare item. Asmo could nothing but watch as the dread in his stomach grew heavier and heavier.

You chuckled nervously as Lucifer reached what had to be the twentieth item. "That's quite a bit, Lucifer. I don't think I'd be able to remember it all, and even if I did, I don't know where to begin looking for half of the things you listed," your face scrunched up adorably in thought before you snapped and looked up at the two demons. "I know! Why doesn't Lucifer come with us! That way he'll be able to get his things, and we all can spend time together. Sounds nice, right?"

And there it was.

Asmodeus did everything he could to keep the disappointment off his face, as Lucifer patted your shoulder. "That sounds like an excellent idea, MC," Asmo bit back a growl as Lucifer pulled you out of his arms and lead you towards your room. He glanced back at Asmo with a smug, prideful, look on his face. "We'll go get ready. Thank you for arranging this day out, Asmodeus."

Asmodeus could do nothing but pout as Lucifer walked away with you.

-

Satan had never felt so... tender-hearted before.

He watched you affectionately as you rambled on about your day while effortlessly helping him make supper.

There was something so wholesome and domestic about the entire situation that reminded him of the few romance novels he had read. Initially, when he read those books, he thought the poetic descriptions of the person's heart skipping and the tingling warmth filling their body was a gross exaggeration, but now he knew, and he never wanted that feeling to go away.

He moved by your side and stirred one of the pots on the stove while you diced tomatoes. As he listened to you speak about an enchantment you were trying to get the hang of with Solomon, he suddenly remembered one of the more cliche moments from the books he read.

Glancing at the sauce, Satan carefully scooped up a little bit into a spoon and gently blew on it to cool it down. He turned to you and held the spoon out towards you. "I'm not sure if I got the spices balanced outright. Would you mind-"

Before he could speak any more, a head. that most certainly did not belong to you, swooped down and ate the sauce off the spoon. You and Satan blinked as Lucifer, who had somehow appeared behind you, pulled away from the spoon with a thoughtful expression. "The sauce is good. I'd say it's probably done now," Lucifer stated calmly as his thumb wiped at the corners of his mouth. Satan's grip tightened on the spoon's handle as he snarled at his brother.

You looked awkwardly between the two as Lucifer draped his arm onto your shoulder. "Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

Lucifer's expression softened as he looked down at you, "I just wanted to check in on you," Satan's eye twitched at the excuse. Lucifer tilted his head before he continued. "Also, I saw Mammon sneaking into your room, muttering something about your jewellery box and wanted to give you a heads up."

Your eyes widened as your head snapped in the direction of your room. "What?! Why didn't you start with that?!" Lucifer's smile widened as you made your way towards the kitchen exit. You glanced back at Satan with sympathetic eyes, "Sorry, Satan. I'll promise I'll help you make dinner next time!" Before Satan even had the chance to respond, you had taken off down the hall, yelling his older brother's name.

With you gone, Satan turned to Lucifer with full, unrestrained fury. "What the fuck was that for?" he spat as he stepped into Lucifer's space.

The elder brother merely rolled his eyes and stepped around Satan as though he was nothing more than a hissing kitten. "I could be asking you the same thing. You were getting awfully close there."

Satan's face grew red, though it was hard to distinguish whether the colour was from anger or embarrassment. "That's none of your business!"

Apparently, Lucifer didn't deem a response necessary, as he simply dismissed his brother with a cocky wave of his hand and strutted out of the room in the same direction that you had left.

-

Beelzebub was taking a chance and stepping outside of his comfort zone.

Ever since discovering a small, weak flower in the shadows of the Hall of Lamentation and nursing it back to health, Beel had taken up gardening as a hobby.

None of his brothers knew about it, to his knowledge, and that was okay. If anything, the soft-spoken demon preferred it that way.

But when he noticed that it was particularly nice outside and that you were roaming around with little to do, he decided to let you in on his little secret.

Beel stole a glimpse over his shoulder at you. You were hunched over, humming to yourself as you worked away, your hands knuckle deep in the rich soil with smudges of dirt smeared across your forehead. The gentle dim light of the Devildom sky bounced off your skin and blanketed you in its glow, only adding the beauty you projected.

The sight alone stole his breath and momentarily made him forget about his hunger.

He opened his mouth to speak to you, but was cut off by the sound of heavy footfalls thundering towards you and a loud dangerous growl.

Beel's eyes widened as he notice Cerberus turn the corner, heading straight towards the two of you in a dead sprint.

Without thinking, Beel quickly tackled you to the side, just as the three-headed hell hound rushed past you, demolishing the garden in his wake.

You did a double-take between Beel, Cerberus and the garden as you scrambled to your feet. "Cerberus? How in Diavolo's name did he get loose?" you anxiously ran a hand through your hair began to head in the direction he took off in. "Lucifer taught me a few tricks for catching him. I'm going to go get him! I'm so so sorry about all of this Beel! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

Without another word you took off after the beast, shouting it's name.

Beel frowned and looked at what remained of his garden. He felt his heart sink a little at seeing all of his hard work destroyed. With a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way towards Cerberus's den to see just how bad the damage was.

Only, when he arrived, the pen's door didn't even have a scratch on it; almost as though someone had let the dog out.

-

Leviathan paced around his room as he muttering to himself as tightly clenched to tickets.

"Alright, Levi. It's not a big deal," he whispered reassuringly. "You just have to go out there, hand them the tickets, and ask them to come with. You already checked their calendar when you were in their room last time, and there are no mentions of any upcoming events on their Devilgram, so they won't be busy. O-Of course, they could always reject you for being a stupid shut-in and a gross o-otaku, b-b-but they're your Henry! Right? They have to agree! Okay!" Levi took a deep breath of courage and quickly flung open his door.

He charged to the living room where he knew you would be lounging with Lucifer.

Upon seeing him, your expression lit up and you graced Leviathan with one of your dazzling smiles. The otaku swore that he could hear his heart go "doki-doki". He stumbled to a stop as his face blushed, and quickly hid the tickets behind his back. "H-Hi MC."

"Hey, Levi-chan!" Oh Diavolo, he loved it when you called him that. "What's up? You look like a man on a mission."

Levi briefly noted Lucifer side-eyeing the two of you as he began to stutter out an answer. "W-Well you see, uh... I-I just um...There's this th-thing that..." He let out a small noise of frustration at his own incompetence.

But you never laughed, or sighed, or groaned, like any of his brothers would have. No. You merely sat there and waited patiently for him to find his words with a gentle smile on your face.

Another deep breath and Levi composed himself. "Did you want to go to an idol concert with me this weekend?" Levi couldn't even bring himself to look you in the eyes as he asked the question. "O-Obviously you don't have to, b-b-but you seemed to like their music when I played it the other day, a-a-and you aren't busy so I thought-"

"Actually," Levi's mouth snapped shut as Lucifer spoke up, "MC and I have plans with Diavolo this weekend."

Levi's head whipped over to look at you and noted the slightly confused expression on your face. "I thought that was next weekend?"

Amber eyes narrowed at the words, as Levi slowly turned to glare at Lucifer. It was all to clear to the Otaku what was happening here.

Lucifer shrugged, not even phased by the venomous stare of his brother, and pulled out his D.D.D. "Barbatos messaged me saying that Diavolo had an important meeting pop up next week and asked if we could move our little get-together to this weekend instead."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "I know he's the prince and can't help it, but making last-minute changes like that is just rude."

Lucifer chuckled at your annoyance and ruffled your hair. "I know, but it's nothing either of us can help. I'll just confirm that we're good with the change and-"

"No." Lucifer and Levi both looked at you in shock. Levi dared to let his heart flutter with hope at the determined look on your face. "I can make plans with Diavolo any time. This concert is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and it clearly means a lot to Levi. Tell him that I'll have to take a rain check. I'm going to be spending the weekend with Levi-chan."

Levi instantly let out a cheer of victory as he stepped forward spun you in the air. "Thank you, MC!!! Oh we're going to have so much fun! I swear you won't regret this!"

You giggled as you were set back down onto your feet. "Thank you for inviting me! This is going to be amazing!"

You and Levi began rambling about all the things you wanted to do at the concert and what you'd need to prepare in advance for the ultimate experience.

Levi couldn't believe it! He was going to spend an entire weekend getting to show you the things that he loved! It'd be just the two of you and it'd be perfect.

"I have an idea," Levi felt himself tense as Lucifer spoke up once more. "Why don't we all go together? That way you can spend time with Diavolo, while also getting to attend the concert?"

Levi's heart sunk as you squealed at the idea, jumping excitedly around a smiling Lucifer.

So much for his perfect, romantic, weekend.

-

Mammon took a deep breath as he stared at your bedroom door.

This was it. He was finally going to tell you how he felt.

He had it all planned out. He was going to go in there, and gift you the necklace he had noticed you looking at the last time the two of you went downtown. Then, he'd explain how through the past months of living with you and being your protector, that he found himself becoming enraptured by every single little thing that you do. He'd explain how he knows that he's clingy and greedy when it comes to spending time with you, but that's because there's nothing he treasures more than being by your side. And then, he'd say that he loves you, and hope that you say the same in return.

Fucking romantic right? Mammon had this in the bag.

He confidently lifted his chin as he knocked on your door before walking in. "Hey MC! I know it's late, but do ya gotta-" he trailed off at the sight before him.

Both you and Lucifer were in fluffy, white robes on your bed. Lucifer had a headband in his hair, brushing his bangs away from his clay mask-covered face. You were beside him, also sporting a mask, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully painted his nails.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his brother, obviously annoyed at being disturbed, while you smiled over at Mammon. "Hey, Mams! Just a sec," you smoothly finished applying a coat of red polish to Lucifer's pinky finger before recapping the bottle and turning to the white-haired demon. "What's up?"

Mammon felt his face heat up, as he quickly hid the small box in his hands behind his back. "I- Uh- Nothin'! Just wanted to talk with ya. Can ya come with me for a few minutes?"

Lucifer sighed as he examined his freshly painted nails. "Might I remind you that you're the one disturbing us, Mammon? If you've got something to say," Mammon gulped as knowing, irked, obsidian eyes bore into his, "spit it out."

You smacked Lucifer's arm. "Hey! Be nice," you offered Mammon a sympathetic smile as you turned back to him. "Sorry, Mammon. You were saying?"

Mammon swallowed down the lump in his throat as humiliation flooded his veins. He awkwardly looked away and waved off your concern. "Nah. It was nothin' important," he subtly slid the necklace box into his back pocket, "I-I'll talk with ya tomorrow or somethin'. It's nothin' ya need to worry about."

You blinked owlishly at Mammon. He could practically see the gears churning inside your head; you obviously thought something was wrong. "Are you sure? If it matters to you, Mammon, that means it's important. I can spare a few minutes if it's really bothering you."

You began to stand up, but as you did, Lucifer caught your wrist."MC, he already said you didn't need to worry about it. If it was that important, he would've just told us. I'm sure everything is fine," Mammon tensed as Lucifer shifted his cold gaze onto him, "right?"

Mammon quickly nodded as he stumbled back towards the door. "Yeah! Yes! Everything is perfectly fine! I-I'll just get goin' and leave to continue whatever this is. Bye!" He scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind him, before slumping against it.

He could faintly hear the sounds of you scolding Lucifer, and felt himself slump in defeat.

He'd just have to try again another day.

-

Belphegor fluffed the blankets and pillows that he had set up in the backyard.

It was perfect. He had actually put in work to make sure it was.

A sea of blankets would protect the two of you from the chilly, Devildom, night air, while his finest pillows would make sure you were comfortable. He had brought out a thermos filled with tea and some snacks to make the evening extra cozy.

It was everything the two of you would need to take in the meteor shower tonight.

A click sounded behind him. Belphie perked and quickly turned to greet with you a smile.

Only, instead of you, a rather smug-looking Lucifer stood in the doorway.

Belphie growled and went back to arranging pillows. "What do you want?"

Lucifer shrugged and began to set up a telescope. Belphie gritted his teeth at the sight of it. "I'm just here to take in the meteor shower like you are. That's all. It is quite a beautiful sight after all, and it also happens to be very enlightening."

Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he turned away from him. "Well do it somewhere else! I'm watching the shower here with MC, not you. So go away!"

Lucifer tilted his head in mock confusion as he held up his phone. "Oh dear, but I've already invited the others to join us out here."

Belphie's head snapped up at Lucifer's words. "You what?!"

As though summoned, the rest of his brothers toppled into the backyard.

"I was unaware there was a meteor shower tonight," Satan claimed as he laid down his own blanket near Belphie's perfectly structured nest. "To think I almost missed out on it."

"Eh, I don't care about any stupid stars or anythin'," Belphie groaned in annoyance as Mammon plopped himself down beside him. "But if anythin' falls near us, then those meteor pieces have gotta be worth a fortune!"

Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes as he leaned against the house, game counsel still in hand. "Nothing's actually falling, dumb ass. They're just space rocks passing by."

Asmodeus giggled while he snuggled himself up on Belphie's other side. Belphie wrinkled up his nose and tried to lean away from the physical affection. "Then why are you out here, Levi, if they're just space rocks? Can't you admit that they're beautiful, like me, and you wanted to experience something real for once?"

Levi let out a squawk of embarrassment. "There isn't anything that 'reality can offer me that anime can't! I've seen meteor showers at least ten times all with amazing shots and angles that you could never get in real life!"

Asmodeus merely shook his head in response. "Whatever you say, Levi," he reached over to the picnic basket that Belphie for you and him had packed and held it over his head. "Beel! Snacks!"

Belphegor gaped at his twin as the ginger giant grabbed the basket and sat down behind them. "Beel?! You too?"

Beel looked down guiltily and looked through the food. "I'm sorry, Belphie. But Lucifer said there'd be snacks and that everyone else was going to be there, and I thought it'd be nice to have a family event."

Belphie groaned and held his head in his hands. "You knew I was planning this for just me and MC though."

Beel frowned and held out a cookie to his twin. "Sorry."

Before Belphie could argue anymore or even get the chance to kick everyone out, the door opened once more.

"Oh," everyone looked over to see you standing there in your pyjamas. Belphie's heart clenched as your confused eyes found his. "I didn't know this was a group gathering! I would've brought down some pillows for everyone or some snacks if I had known!" you smiled brightly at the group as you walked towards them.

"No need. Belphie went ahead and provided enough for everyone already," Lucifer claimed and patted the ground next him. "You can sit with me, MC. There's plenty of space over here."

Belphie cursed under his breath as you accepted Lucifer's offer and huffed as the meteor shower began.

Lucifer smirked as he took in his brother's defeat with glee, and you babbled away none-the-wiser by his side.

His brothers could try to woo you and corrupt you all they wanted, but Lucifer wasn't going anywhere. For every attempt they'd make, he'd be there to stop it.

You had deemed Lucifer your big brother, after all, and as such, he'd make sure that you were always safe from his brothers' infernal influences.

***The ending is meh, but whatever! I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! It was both fun and hassle to write, but I love it nonetheless! Thanks for your amazing support and love! Sorry for the lack of fics lately. Love you all!***

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