#Moots I beg of you please listen to them

[freliasheir]

I love you ichigo nigo and sango <3

[medicinemane]

I may not be good at doing much with activism cause I'm still getting my own shit together, but I'll tell you I remember stuff

Slips my mind more than I like, but I don't forget what's happened to Iranians, to Syrians, I don't forget the Hong Kong protests

I remember how it was, I refuse to follow a new narrative when I was there watching across an ocean

As an American I think I have an obligation to support people fighting for their freedom... kinda one of the things about the American identity that's supposed to mean something, the idea you're supposed to support everyone everywhere in being able to choose how to live their life

So I won't forget what the Iranian government's done, I won't ever let them pretend to be moral after I watched them with blood on their hands, their so called morality police brutalizing people just trying to live, and then fighting to be free

I may not be able to do much, probably don't do as much as I could or should, but I'll never forget and when it's called for I'll never forgive either

Can't follow all the horror in the world, hell, I can hardly keep up with Haiti or Sudan who both deserve support

But I do pay attention, I do see some of what happens, I won't forget and I won't let people feed me a new version of what I've seen

[hereforthehitsbaby]

Good to be Back | Cooper Adams/Abbott x F!Reader

Synopsis: You have lived across from the Adams' for what feels like ever, since you started your bachelor's degree. You notice Rachel's car peeling out of the driveway with such force it causing the ground to shake. Before you could escape back into your home, your eyes connect with Cooper's. "Care for a drink?"

Warnings: Language, Infidelity, Rough Sex, Bondage, Oral F!Receiving, Oral M! Receiving, PIV sex, Implied Age Gap (legal), Mention of Disappearances, Spanking, Choking, Daddy Kink (Heavy), F!Reader, Mentions of The Butcher

Rating: M

Author's Note: Fandom hopper oh my god...but I cannot stop thinking about Cooper Adams!!

Word Count: 5K

Tagging Moots: @rubyfruitjungle @babygorewhore @cherryinterlude @vamplreslayer (If you do want to be tagged going forth, please let me know! If not, I can remove you! (: )

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Invisible. The notion itself holds mystery. One not being seen by the world, but observing all of the tactics. It's the equivalent of being a ghost, or a fly on the wall; taking in every moment, every conversation. It can be useful, but also can be deadly. One small slip up and it was forever embedded in the air. There was no way to escape the truth when it slipped through intoxicated mouths - or fake bodies. But there is a perk to knowing everyone's dirt. Easy to manipulate, and easy to interject.

That is how your next door neighbor is, but you have no idea.

It has been so long since you were last home, God it must have been an eternity. After graduation you wanted - no needed - to get away. Something about being stuck in Philly made you ill. When the opportunity arose to get the fuck out you hopped ship faster than you were brought into this world. The freedom, independence; sights to see and a life of adventure to live. You thought that is how it would be, you were wrong.

College life wasn't as everyone made it out to be. You should've known it was bullshit from when you first stepped on campus, your roommate fucking some random on your bed. It set the entire tone, first it was your bed getting defiled, then it was your desk. Before you could even process what was happening, your life took a complete turn. That one frat party.

That's a moment you hate remembering. It was fun but the aftermath was scary enough. You were always warned about frat parties, what could arise. But being a young, naïve student you had everything stacked against you. This didn't even happen in your freshman year, but your senior. Every time these guys were throwing a shindig you found yourself buried in schoolwork - wanting nothing more than to let these dude’s fuck off. With your final year coming into play you wanted to branch out, though you wished you hadn't.

The party was fuzzy, all you remember was what you were told. But it happened so quickly - one day you're a wallflower and the next, the talk of campus. Eyes burned holes into your soul with every step you took, every glance was directed at you. You couldn't handle it. Something needed to happen, you begged to whoever was listening to give these guys the revenge they deserved. The things that they did, what was said - someone needed to take them down. In fact it only took a week, and your prayers were answered.

It was freeing, hearing around campus how those four dude’s just disappeared. Poof, out of existence. The matter was dropped; life was normal again. Curiosity got the best of you when you heard their names, exactly who did you wish to for this to happen? Like everything else in life it all slips away, becoming of the past. Life ticked on with its duties - you couldn't let go. From the beginning to the end everything went by quickly; a college graduate and ready to take on the world.

Graduating was suppose to mean getting your dream job, working in the field that you loved - but everything took time. As you packed up your car with the memories of the last four years, you couldn't help but reminisce. Four years worth of memories and mistakes, tucked away in the cheapest cardboard boxes. Why did life have to change so much when you were just getting comfortable again? Although you will miss college it was a good riddance, now you could prep yourself for the world.

It wasn't ideal to head back to your hometown but, it was needed. Your family hasn’t seen you in a while, plus job searching is better when you don't have to pay for room and board, especially in this economy. The four hour drive felt like an hour, tunes blasting through the car as you head back into the vortex. Your hometown felt like it was a time warp, one giant forcefield keeping everyone and everything in. Breaching that meant coming to terms that you, as well, might be stuck. Only for a few months, that's it.

As you turned down your old street, it felt like something straight out of a movie - it looked fake. Perfect houses with perfect families, this was some Truman show shit if you have ever seen it. Before you could get wrapped up in conspiracies, you saw your home - smiling softly as you rounded the corner. Pulling into the driveway there was a heavy shroud on your chest - things were out of place. Fixating on the note from the garage door you saw only a glimmer of what it said:

Going to be out of town for a month for our retirement trip. Love you, be safe!

“Great”, you thought. Just when you wanted to see your family they were gone. There was something naughty about having the house all to yourself, not worrying about anyone barging in. A smirk spread across your lips whilst shutting your car off, wrapping your lanyard in your palm. Breaking you out of your thoughts was the door slamming, screaming followed behind. It was instinctual to not be nosy, but let's face it. As you slid out of the driver's seat, you slowly reached for the backdoor - peering over to see who exactly was yelling. For a split second you caught the image of a man and woman yelling at one another while a boy and a girl sat in the backseat. Cocking an eyebrow, you leaned forward a bit more to peer out your back window.

Cooper Adams and his wife Rachel were exchanging some very colorful words, your eyes shot wide open at their argument. It felt wrong to listen in, but they didn't have to know. You bit your top lip in anticipation of what he would say next, but before the argument could officially commence, Rachel was slamming the driver’s door - and speeding so fast out of the driveway it left marks across yours. Seeing how close the car got to you made you jump, smacking your head against the roof of the car. Backing out you rubbed the swollen top, holding back tears.

Peering across the street, Cooper ran his hands through his brown locks - tugging hard. There was something sexy about how mad he was, frustrated even - but it hurt your heart. You've known Cooper since you were in college, considering that's when he moved here. All you knew was that he was a firefighter - nothing more and nothing less. There were a few occasions when you found yourself looking for the fire department’s calendars – for research purposes. Mr. October happened to be your favorite. Cooper’s gaze caught yours, showing a bit of embarrassment. He didn't think anyone was around to see what happened. Giving him a sweet wave, you smiled small in condolence at what you witnessed. He didn't return your gesture, remained at the end of your driveway - his hands fixated on his hips. "I'm sorry you had to witness that."

His words pierced deep, something about the low tone sent sparks through your body. The way his broad shoulders squared up to yours. His fucking stance in itself made you want to drop. Those impure thoughts flew through your mind as he stared at the ground, awaiting your response. Catching on you shook your head, leaning back against your car. "Don't be sorry, are you okay?" Cooper saw this as an invitation to move forward, his hands in his front pockets. When he was in front of you, he couldn't look in your eyes - instead focusing on his home. The way he held himself was strict, he was so tense all the time. It was understandable with the line of work he did but this was different, he was frustrated. "I'll be okay - back from school so soon?"

He changed the subject as fast as he sauntered over to you, not wanting to focus on the negative. You shot Cooper a smile as you held your house key from your lanyard, motioning to your car filled with boxes. "I'm officially done, graduated last week." This was the first time you saw Cooper smile since you've been home - heat rushing to your cheeks. In a way you felt as if he was reading you, browsing through your entire life story off of one sentence. Lost in your own train of thought you didn't realize how close he got, his shoulders parallel to yours - boxing you in. His right hand placed on top of the roof, dangerously close to your head. Swallowing down every ounce of dignity you had. His russet brown eyes poured over every inch of you, tracing you through the clothing.

"Congratulations, I hope you got spoiled for that big accomplishment." Honey, that was the best way to describe his tone. Molasses and honey flowing in a splendid river, drowning you with every syllable. His musk - fennel and pine radiating off of him made your stomach flip, muscles contracting. You had no control over your body anymore, it was like a flip was switched. You watched as Cooper trailed his left hand over your arm, dragging his nails against the grain. His right hand fell to your neck, fingers resting at the base whilst his thumb rubbing circles by your throat. With a hard grasp, he pulled you forward - inches away from your face. "Did you get spoiled, sweetheart?”

Words could not form, no matter how hard you tried to muster them out. All you could do was shake your head as a form of no. Both of your hands fell slack to your sides, growing clammy by the second. Cooper was not happy with your answer, pouting playfully as he dug his thumb harder against your neck, causing your breath to hitch. It was a huge accomplishment, but you didn't want people to go out of their way to celebrate it. So, after you went to commencement you had a small lunch with your close family, then went back to your off campus apartment. Nothing too out there, enough to satisfy you. "Will you let me spoil you, and be a good girl?" His words made you weaker, slumping slightly into his touch. You couldn't shake the fight you saw earlier, how angry they both were. This was proof Cooper needed to blow off steam but, you felt guilty. A married man, father of two - you didn't want to intervene. "Baby, I'm getting divorced - that's what the fight was about."

That was enough for you to lean up to his lips, pressing your body flush against his. There was something about being out in the open for everyone to see that made your body burn hotter. There was a chance you could be caught by anyone. Cooper felt it too, but it was too good to stop, you were too intoxicating. His large, calloused hands slid across your lower back to drape around your ass, cupping it like it was the last thing his hands would ever do. Entangled in the pleasure you let a hearty moan slip from your mouth to his, the bulge pressing harder against your thigh. Delicate hands laced their way to the back of Cooper’s neck, scratching over the tender skin. He licked at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. Obeying his silent command you parted your lips, bringing your left leg up higher to lace around his waist.

The taste of whipped cream on his breath drove you mad, his scent lingering in your nostrils as he passionately kissed you - growing harder with each motion. You couldn't handle it anymore as you grinded down against his bulge, lightning shooting through your core. Cooper’s hand slid from your throat to the base of your neck, tangling his fingers in your soft strands. With a single twist of his hand, he yanked your hair back - making you gaze into his eyes. A devilish smirk rested upon his lips, swollen from how hard he made out with you. A small whimper left your mouth, tiny enough to show you turned on you were by his actions. The hand that was once secured to your side pulled your keys out, waving the lanyard in your face. "Lead the way." He smirked, draping the lanyard down the valley of your breast - watching your shudder at the feeling.

You reached up to snatch your keys away, swaying your hips as you headed for the front door. Cooper sat back to watch how your ass shook with every step, wanting to take you right then and there on the lawn. Bringing his hand down he began to palm himself, trying to relieve some of the tension his cock was holding. Out of the corner of your eye you could see it too - causing your core to ignite. To tease him further you arched your back - pushing your ass out enough to wiggle it as you slid your key in. When you least expected it, the hard crack of Cooper’s hand came down across your backside; you swore it echoed through the neighborhood.

The yelp that left your mouth was masked with Cooper’s hand, gripping at your face so hard you felt it against your teeth. Without any more effort you spun the doorknob to the left, kicking it open. Cooper ushered you inside with haste, the hard oak door slamming into its respected slot. You have never seen a man be this passionate, this rough - it made you ache all over. Standing in the foyer of your home, you gulped as you watched Cooper’s eyes blacken. There wasn't an immediate danger lurking between you both, but it felt like it - he looked as if he was going to snap. Biting hard on your first finger, you tried to jet away towards your room - to not avail. It was like Cooper read your mind - knowing exactly what you were going to do. "Now princess, where the hell do you think you're going?"

His large, calloused hand came down on your right wrist - yanking it behind your body as you pushed you into the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room. You could hear the metallic clank of his belt coming undone, groaning at the sound. Prepping yourself for the feeling of his hardened cock against your thigh, you slid your ass out a bit more - only to earn a hearty smack to the reddened flesh. "Fucking Christ, you enjoy being a brat?" The sinister smirk on his lips sent sparkles through your eyes, hearing just how lust filled he was becoming. The cold, smooth leather of his belt slid against your wrist. With a rough tug, Cooper slid your left wrist into the makeshift cuffs - cranking the end of the belt back so your hands were snug. As his fingers left your leather-clad wrists, Cooper came up to lace his fingers through your hair - ever so gently pulling you back to his mouth. His musk invaded your senses as his free hand trailed down your front - paying the softest attention to your throat. You couldn't help but slide your eyes closed at the feeling, wanting more.

Taking you out of your moment was your body being forced away from the wall, pushing you along until you were face to face with the marble countertop. This was new, must have been one of the new renovations. There was a second where Cooper completely let go of you, watching as you stood eyes forward - not daring to look back. The anticipating was killing you; you needed his touch. Sweat slid down your brow as you tried to shake your hair out of your face, letting your heart calm for a minute. The warm grasp of Cooper Adams returned but, in a harsher way. He didn't warn you when he yanked your shorts down, pooling them around your ankles. Without being told you kicked them off, wanting them far away. The cold air of your home ran through the heat produced between your legs, never realizing your panties were discarded as well.

Lost in the thought of how your core ached, Cooper had the advantage - tossing you up onto the new countertop, legs spread wide open. "Is my good girl aching for me?" You couldn't help but chew on your lip at his words, the praise shocking your cunt. Nodding gently, you batted your eyelashes in his direction - watching as his drank up your appearance. His fingertips returned to your thighs, pushing hard into the skin - knowing it was going to bruise tomorrow. Slowly he massaged his fingers upwards, draping them over your inner thighs - ghosting over your hot cunt. It was driving you mad, you needed - wanted his touch, his mouth, his everything.

The bucking of your hips into his hand only caused the fury to set itself onto Cooper, his eyes narrowing to your face. Slamming his right hand onto the countertop next to your thigh, he reached forward with his left to grip at your neck, pulling you fast towards him. "Words, use your words." Your pupils were blown out, no color except black showed. The way your expression held lust only made Cooper grow harder - wanting you more than anything. "Y-yes, Daddy." The name came out with a smirk, eyeing him up and down. Cooper’s grip on your neck got tighter, pressing his plump lips flush against yours. The heat of the kiss made you moan into his mouth, wanting him to know what effect he had on you. As the kiss got deeper he slid his hands away, unbuckling the cuffs on his shirt as he dragged the long sleeve's back, exposing his forearms. Cooper trailed his hands down to his slacks, pulling them off with ease - brief's following right behind. The slap of his erect cock against his stomach made you moan, eyes widening at his size.

"Daddy, y-you're so big..." You couldn't help but stare at his length, the wetness of your core seeping down to the counter. He would break you, split you in half - he will be the biggest cock you have ever taken. There was something ignited in Cooper when your eyes cascaded over his length, his ego growing - knowing he was big. Hearing you say it only made him ache harder. Licking his lips as he pulls back from your mouth, he pulled your ass to the edge of the counter - leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thighs, red marks littering the soft skin. With your hands pressing into your back, all you could do was whimper to Cooper - puppy dog eyes boring into his. "I need you to be loud for Daddy, okay? Don't hold back."

Obeying Cooper’s command, you braced yourself as his hot tongue slid up your seam - flat against your slit. The feeling in itself made you want to jump, stuttering your hips into his mouth. Cooper did not like that, pinning your hips down to the counter with his massive hands. He made sure to never leave your eyes, especially as he bit right where the crease of your pelvis met your thigh - tugging at the skin. You could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he dove back into your steaming cunt, lapping at your arousal. Cooper was a pussy eating champ, you fucking knew it just by how he sucked your clit - rolling it in between his teeth and lips. The attention he was paying your nerve bundle made your whole body flop. You couldn't moan, no - screams were leaving your throat. Each swipe of his long tongue had you falling apart - enough to where Cooper slammed you back down onto the counter. The grunt he let out into your cunt made your orgasm approach quickly. Bucking your hips up, you let a string of whimpers slide out, signaling how close you were. "C-Coop… I-I-I'm gonna...."

"What did you just call me?" Cooper pulled his head back from your thighs, your essence glistening upon his lips. One of his eyebrows cocked in your direction, rubbing little circles into your hips. It was painful how fast your orgasm approached, but not letting it burst. The torture Cooper was pushing onto you made you want to cry. You could help but grind your hips against the air - hoping to at least reach that point you once were at. "Brats don't get to come." He tsked into your ear, biting on your lobe. You couldn't help but pout as you strained yourself, wanting something to help take you to the brink. "D-Daddy please...I-I need your mouth."

Cooper pulled you off of the counter, shaking his head at you. The tears swelling in the corner of your eyes made him soften for a moment, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Even though he was dominating you in everyway you needed, he didn't want to push you into something you may not have wanted. With a stray tear that fell, he made sure to kiss it away - peppering sweet kisses all over your face. Rubbing into his lips, you licked yours - lowering yourself to your knees. Lurching forward you returned his kisses to his hips, thighs and lower stomach - making sure to never break eye contact. "L-Let me make it up to you, Daddy."

Before you could let Cooper respond, you licked one singular line up his shaft - watching at his thick length twitched against your lips. As you came to the top you let your tongue swirl over his swollen tip - lapping up his precum. Cooper couldn't help but slam his eyes shut - wrapping his fingers in your hair to make a ponytail. Opening your mouth all the way, you let Cooper position your mouth over his tip. Nodding in anticipation, Cooper slammed your mouth down onto him - taking him fully in. It was way too much for your to grasp - choking slightly on the girth of him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks out - suctioning tightly around him. "Oh fuck, princess..." He tossed his head back as he moaned out, jetting his hips back into your face.

This was a new sensation for you, never ever being face fucked. With Cooper it felt so natural, your undying hunger strengthened with every thrust. The way his tip slid against the back of your throat made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You couldn't handle it anymore, feeling your wetness sliding down your weakened thighs. With every bob of your head against Cooper’s cock it shot electricity through your nerves, wanting him more than anything. Through tearful eyes you watched his expression - how his forehead scrunched up, his bottom lip pulled taut between his teeth. He was trying so hard to suppress his moans for you, but it was sexier hearing them. Lightly you dragged your teeth up his shaft, causing him to pan his eyes back down at you. Cooper humped himself into your face with such aggression it made you gag more, spit dripping from your mouth over your clothed chest. As you clamped your eyes shut to breathe through your nose, you felt how his hips stuttered - shooting his creamy rope right down your throat. With weakened thrusts, he slowly started to ease out of you, rubbing his thumb over your wet chin. "Such a good little princess for Daddy, you did a great job." He cooed, placing a kiss to your forehead. The praise shot right into your cunt.

"Now it's Daddy's turn - I want you to cum on my cock. Can princess do that for me?" The eagerness to your nod made Cooper laugh at how adorable it was, helping you up to your feet. As he spun you around like the princess you are, he pressed your face into the cold countertop - it felt so good on your warm cheeks. The feeling of his toned legs kicking your open made you squirm, arching your back ever so slightly for him. Cooper leaned forward, pressing his lips to your shoulder as his cock slides between your folds, gathering your wetness on his shaft. The way he pressed his tip into your clit had you moaning out ripples, it couldn't - no - wouldn't stop. Each slow thrust of his hips caused your body to jolt, not even fully given in yet. Just then, with a snap of his hips - he sheathed his thick cock inside your wet heat. The scream you let out was enough to break the wine glasses sitting on the countertop - it felt so fucking good!

"I bet those college boys couldn't fuck you like Daddy can. Am I right princess?" He didn't give you time to adjust as he plowed into you from behind, scratching his way to your shoulder and back. The pain mixing with pleasure made you rock your entire body against him - wanting to hold and caress his form. Your wrists writhed against the leather belt, still bound from earlier. Cooper saw you struggling - taking that as his cue to release your hands. The way they flopped to your side felt unreal as he demolished your pussy. Gaining your strength back, you pressed against the countertop, pushing your hips back to meet Cooper’s thrust. "N-never, y-y-you fuck me way better, Daddy. I-I can't get enough of your b-big cock!"

Your words had Cooper laughing sinisterly - lust lacing his tone. It became too much to deal with, his dirty words flowing through your brain as his cock hit that spongy spot within you. From the way you were angled you could feel everything. The way his tip punched your cervix without a care, how your walls tightened around his girthy shaft. How with every thrust you felt your entire body come undone. Nothing in life brought you as much bliss as Cooper was, this was your whole world. You have been fantasizing about Mr. Adams ever since you first laid your eyes upon him. Now you had him where you needed, and you were never going to lay off. "Princess, I-I'm gonna-" Before Cooper could finish his sentence, he was coming undone within you. Ropes of his sweet seed painting your walls - this is when you were thankful for having an implanted contraceptive. Feeling his seed shooting in you was enough for your orgasm to spray - drenching his cock with so much force. The moans, groans and whimpers slipping from yourself and Cooper echoed throughout your vacant home - this was the best day of your life.

Cooper pulled out of you with ease, rubbing his gentle fingers across your behind. Every stroke made you weak, feeling like jelly under his grasp. Pulling you upwards to his chest, he swept you up bridal style as he made his way to your living room, seeing the new conversation pit your parents had installed. It was essentially like a giant bed with seats, causing you to laugh lightly into Cooper’s chest. As he stepped down the stairs, he pulled blanket from one of the seats over you both, pulling you closer to him. Turning around to face him, you wrapped your left leg over his, rubbing small circles into the stubble lining his chin. The moment was perfect, too perfect. The way Cooper looked at you with so much admiration and love, made your entire soul flutter. "It was me." He mumbled out, looking at you with no emotion to his words. It was like his body was taken over by an unseen force, his hand going ridged against your side. "What was you?"

He let out a gentle sigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek, never leaving your gaze. He was debating heavily if he should tell you, or leave it alone. But it felt wrong to not let you know. He slid his hand to cup your cheek, kissing you as soft as silk - lingering over your swollen lips. His large hand cupping your back as well, drawing patterns with his thumb as he let those forbidden words out; "Those guys at the frat party, I made them disappear." His words make you go stiff, eyes widening as you realize what he did. The ones who hurt you, who humiliated you earlier last year - Cooper disposed of them. Your breath grew more erratic as you realized what was going on, there was only one question flowing through your brain. "Did you...did you kill them?" It was weird, you should've felt afraid - but you felt the opposite, safe and sound within Cooper Adams’ arms.

"Yes, for you. They were going to get away with what they did to you, and I didn't want that to happen. I wanted them to feel the fear you did. I wanted them to feel the way they made you feel, I only want to protect you from the evil this world holds." Little did you know, Cooper was the evil this world held. He was after all, The Butcher.

[mammonsturtle]

You’re Not Sorry

So I’m borrowing an idea from my dear moot @rainiishowers​(check them out btw ^^)  and this request since I’m in a writing rut, I wanted to do something short and angsty. Enjoy the subpar content! :’)

A/N : This ended up being longer than expected. Oops. And it might have lost the plot somewhere as this is probably just word vomit at this point. Probably not proof read, so let me know if there’s anything missing!

CW/TW: ch 16 spoilers, angst, bodily harm, no comfort(?)

Pacts with demons. 

To angels, such a deal with the diabolical beings was a foolish thing for a human to forge. To have utter disregard for their soul to have power of a demon waiting in the wings, or to be foolish to believe that making a pact with a demon would grant them their greatest wishes.

In return for your soul to be dragged down into hell, in the possession of a demon. There was no salvation for you once you got to this stage. But for you, your soul, pure and shiny in the eyes of hungry demons. Would be split by the seven demons who were no different in pulling you in different directions at once, just to have your company.

At the price of your own well being, in which you would selflessly put aside just to appease the brothers.

And yet here you were, marching down to Purgatory Hall to seek the power of the witty sorcerer himself with the angels at your heels.

“Are you sure you want to do this MC?” Simeon questions as you stop in front of Solomon’s door. You pause before you knock and turn to gaze upon the worried faces of the angels. 

“Will you stop me Simeon?” You ask, by now your usual cheery tone had been broken down and drained of all life. You look to your little brother, Luke had been unsure about this. “And you Luke?”

He was right in not to trust demons, he did try to tell you after all. And you chose not to listen. So in having seven pacts with the Avatars, Luke had wondered why you did so. You didn’t tell him but, he knew something must have gone awry if that was the case.

“But you won’t have the demon’s protection...Not that you’d need it in the human world.” Luke murmurs and you turn around and patted his head. “No. I won’t be needing them when I go back home. Where I belong.”

Two knocks on the door and an answer came next, “Come in.”

You knew there was no going back.

“Once you break a pact with a demon, you can never make the same pact with the same demon again. Nor will you be bonded to them in any way.” Solomon explains as he observes how tight Luke was holding your hand, and how Simeon held your shoulders in support.

And you had lost your glow, you lost your light. The human innocence that could only be eaten away by the actions of demons. Tired eyes were pleading with him to break off pacts which he would envy, in order to return to normalcy.

Perhaps you should have stayed here with him and the angels from the very beginning. None of this would have happened to you.

“Yes.” You reply, with the utmost of confidence you had left. ��Please Solomon. It’s all I ask of you.” You nearly beg as you knew your time in the Devildom was coming to an end, what better way to end it off with a bang?

Solomon gathers every material needed to start the ritual, and takes in your form. The only human he allowed himself to get close to, had been bearing the brunt of every wants and needs from the Avatar. You had confided to him, and to Simeon about the attic incident, Lilith, and the aftermath. 

The sudden change of the brothers’ behavior and treatment of you was overwhelming. You had thought they had adored you, for you, and how you pieced the broken brothers together and reformed their family. But on the account that you were Lilith’s descendant? That seemed to be the only thing they’ve come to value you as. 

‘Lilith this, and Lilith that. Lilith did that too...Lilith would never do a thing like that! Hey Lilith- I mean MC.’ That was all you heard from the brothers now, you were just a replacement for their lost sister. It wouldn’t be surprising if they were trying to mold you into her liking. They didn’t see you as MC anymore, did they? 

You couldn’t help but feel betrayed not only by them, but by Diavolo and Barbatos, whom knew about your lineage the entire time. You were just a pawn in their game of getting the family back together again. Your death was quickly forgotten about, swept under the rug in order for Belphegor to make amends with his brothers.  

“MC. Come. Let us begin.” Solomon calls for you as you settle down on the couch. Both angels were at your side as Luke holds your hand, “Will it hurt them?” The little angel inquires as Solomon shakes his head, “Not physically. But it will take a mental and emotional toll on them.”

Solomon gently strokes your head before having to begin. “This will be exhausting MC, but I assure you, we will be here to protect you when it’s all said and done.”

You nod as Solomon begins the ritual, chanting in Latin as both angels held your hand in theirs. You closed your eyes and took in a breath, you told yourself you were doing the best thing for yourself.

Soon you feel the pacts leave your body, you wince as if you feel the visceral bonds with the brothers breaking. Your eyes fought to stay awake, yet the sorcerer was not kidding on how it took a toll on your physical state. You were just an ordinary human beneath the pacts of the demons after all.

You felt your eyes droop as your energy was spent, and you were off into what seemed to be the comfortable sleep you’ve taken in a long while. The Purgatory Trio being the last thing you heard before you succumbed to exhaustion.

It wasn’t like you were seeking a pact in the infancy of the exchange program, the only thing on your mind was to stay alive in the demon world for a year. And then you would be free.

It wasn’t like you signed up to be the family therapist, to have all the brothers’ problems heaved upon you. All the while of your problems being on the backburner while they went on and on about theirs?

It all started with the two tsundere brothers who dragged you into their problems.

Make a pact with Mammon so he’d give back the money he owed to Leviathan. But that never panned out, did it?

Then came along that voice that called you in the middle of the night, begging for you to help him. Making that pact with Leviathan so you can get past Lucifer and find out for yourself on who was calling you.

And there it started, you made pacts with Belphegor’s brothers to free him and to make amends with Lucifer. Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Satan’s pacts soon followed. And it was then were you able to free Belphegor and hoped that the latter would make amends with Lucifer. Thus finally reforming the family once more. 

If only it were that simple.

You had died that day, Belphegor showed no remorse in killing you, nor did he apologize once you were brought back to life. Now that you thought about it, not one of the demon brothers, nor did those two Royal demons apologized to you after putting your life in danger. 

Belphegor only apologized to Lilith though, never to you.

The months of your silent suffering, they had forgot all about the incident. Of course they did, it wasn’t like they were the ones who truly suffered. The long nights of you crying yourself to sleep and the phantom pain of your neck being crushed by invisible hands. It was a wonder you got any sleep. 

You had constantly kept a sharp object on hand and every time you saw Belphegor or he wanted your time, you wanted to die all over again. Every time he touched you, you couldn’t help but recoil and pull away from him. Much to the disappointment of him and how all the other brothers didn’t pick up on it.

And when you had been offered a pact from Belphegor, and when you had asked of Lucifer’s pact. Extra leads to put on the dogs to keep them in line, right? An unofficial and unspoken apology for everything they’ve done to you?

What other use did you have for these pacts then? They were useless in the grand scheme of things. Pacts were a sign of trust between both parties, weren’t they? These pacts were made out of a lie. 

It was their turn to face the consequences of their actions.

“I can’t believe MC’s goin back to tha human world.” Mammon mutters as the brothers settle into their seats at the Student Council Hall. The very same place he had met you, it seemed so long ago and they all knew it had to end.

“Oh? What’s that? Is Mammon going to miss MC?” Asmo teases as the latter’s face turns red and he crosses his arms, “What?! The Great Mammon missing some human? Shut yer mouth!”

“Awh~ See? You are going to miss them~~” Asmo snickers as Satan sighs and rubs his temple, “Just admit you’re going to miss them. We all are.” The fourth born points out as a hush comes over them all.

“We’re all going to miss them, they fixed our family. They’re a part of our family now.” Beelzebub points out as the brothers collectively nod. Lucifer especially, even the mightiest of the Avatars couldn’t fix his family without the help of a human. The same human who managed to worm their way through his family and their hearts, especially his.

To think a human would have such an effect on the Avatars of Sin. A human did the unthinkable and reformed the once broken family. Of course the Avatars were grateful, once knowing of your true lineage of course.

“It’s not fair.” Levi complains as Belphie shoots all of them a glare, “That’s my line! I didn’t get to spend that much time with MC compared to you all.” The youngest complained loudly as Diavolo and Barbatos step into the room. 

“Then the exchange program was a grand idea, wasn’t it?” Diavolo chimes in as he smiles at the brothers, the Avatars were back together once more, thanks to his program. “It’s all thanks to MC being here in the Devildom.”

“Besides, there will be more opportunities to see MC. Maybe we’ll visit them in the human world.” Lucifer comments as his brothers’ mood lighten up. Though he shares the same sentiment of the baby of the family. Oh how he regretted putting MC through so much to protect his family.

Belphegor scoffs as he chooses to ignore the Prince, speaking of MC, where was their little human? They had been dodgy of late, rather than being with the brothers, they had been visiting Purgatory Hall more often than not. As if the second born was reading his mind, he quickly rises from his seat as he’d rush out and seek you out as usual.

“Hey, we should get MC ova here-” Mammon suggests before he stops short before he clutches his chest. He feels it tightening as if something or someone was choking the air out of him. A sinister snicker from what sounded like Belphegor echoed in the back of his mind as he looked to the baby of the family, whose eyes bore into Mammon, as if they were mocking him. “Fuck...My chest is hurtin.” Mammon groans as he gasps for air.

“Do we have to get a report on everything your body does something?” Satan remarks as Asmodeus sighs as fiddles with a nail, “Just ignore him Satan, he’s doing for attention. How sad.” he mutters as Mammon groans once more.

“No...MC...Ya can’t go...!” Mammon wails as he drops down, his arms hugged at his chest, “MC’s...MC’s...I can’t feel ‘em!” He gasps for air as Lucifer rushes over to his right hand, “Mammon?! What..is going on?”

A sudden and sharp cry comes from Leviathan as his game console drops to the floor, and just like his older brother, he was clutching his chest. “Can’t..breathe...!” he pants out as his body shook violently and the about same words left his lips. “MC...They’re gone..Can’t feel them!!”

“What is going on?!” Lucifer looks to the Royals for answers before a loud thud hits the ground, and a loud howl came from Beelzebub this time as he fallen under the same effect of the other two brothers.

“It’s MC...I can’t-” Beelzebub groans loudly as he clutches his neck, “Breathe-” he gasped out the last word, his twin starting to feel the effects from the twin telepathy as his own chest started to feel a heavy weight pressing down on him. You were disappearing from him as his stomach was in uncomfortable knots, until the sting of his pact with him was completely gone.

Asmodeus was next as he let out a loud whimper as he quickly fumbled with his uniform, as the clothing was shed, he managed to see what was left of his pact with you disappearing. “O-O-Our pacts! MC’s...! They’re...!” He could only think of the worst as he started to violently sob as the last of your presence was ripped from him.

As Satan was trying to tie together everything that was going on, it was his turn to feel the pain. The same thing was happening to him as his chest tightened and it became harder to breathe. “MC...Something’s happened, our pacts-” Satan hisses loudly as he attempted to tear at his neck of the invisible hands that squeezed the life out of him. 

One by one, the brothers had dropped down by an invisible force. The endless laments of the brothers repeating how they couldn’t feel an ounce of your invisible bond and how they claimed they couldn’t breathe. The feeling of helplessness was palpable in the last two who were standing.

It was just the eldest and the youngest brother who were the last two standing. Belphegor felt himself fall with his brothers, and he was feeling his chest tightening and he felt invisible hands suddenly choking his airways. As if the pact was ripped off his skin, an echo of his sickening laughter rang in his ears.

“No...no!!!” Belphegor lets out a mournful wail, “MC!! I’m sor-” He gasps for air as he drops down, what seemed like the weight of your pain and suffering was finally caving in on him. Belphegor felt the tears starting to well, he was the one being your suffering once more, if only he found out sooner.

Lucifer could only look in horror as he knew he was next, “Our pacts...MC’s either-” He drops down to his knees as the same knot formed in his chest and his breathing labored. He dared not look to Diavolo as he joined his brother in their loss. As his pact disappeared from his very being, it was like losing Lilith all over again. Though this time, he couldn’t get you back.

“MC’s pacts, either they’re being broken. Or either-” Barbatos faltered on the worst thing to happen to you, once again. Diavolo’s lip quivered as he knew, “We must find Solomon at once.”

Solomon ignores the influx of texts from Asmodeus on his phone, as he does the same with the missed calls and texts from your phone. He scrolls past Asmodeus’ calls and texts to find Barbatos and Diavolo had contacted him as well.

In the meantime, you had been resting as the brothers had suffered. You stir yourself awake, the ritual was more tiring than you thought. You check your body of the pacts that had used to etch your skin, but true to Solomon’s word, they were gone. The invisible thread that tied you to the brothers could no longer be felt and you let out a sigh. 

It was time to go home.

“MC. You should rest.” Solomon advises you as you struggle to get off the couch. But true to your stubborn nature, you shakily stand up as you shake your head. “No. I’m going home.” You simply state as Simeon and Luke come up to help balance you and Solomon puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve had enough of being here.”

“If you’re that determined, let me come with you for protection. You’re just a normal, defenseless human now.” Solomon decided on as the two angels might as well made up their mind as well. “We’re going with you MC!” Luke proclaims as you shake your head. 

With all the strength you mustered, you bent down to his level and put a hand on his head. “No Luke. This is between me and the brothers. I’d rather not get you and Simeon wrapped up in my troubles.”

“B-B-But...” Luke’s eyes were now downcast as you ruffle his head, “You probably won’t understand it now Luke, but you’ll understand someday.” You told him as you give Simeon a knowing nod. “We’ll still have time to say goodbye Luke,” You assure him with a half smile, “I just have to settle things with those demons first.”

“MC!” Luke shouts your name suddenly, and you look back to your little brother. His lips wobble as he sniffles, he was always trying so hard not be looked at as a child once more. “Can I at least give you my blessing before you go?”

You smile, “Of course, Luke. You’re my guardian angel after all.” As Luke chants his prayer for you, you feel an invisible yet warm light engulfing you. “Now not even Diavolo can hurt you! Or those awful brothers!” Luke exclaims rather triumphantly, though he frowns even at the thought of the butler thinking about hurting you.

You hug Luke as you decide to best get on your way. “Thank you Luke.“ You look to Simeon who gave you a nod as he comes to collect the younger angel, “We’ll see each other again before we leave here for good. I promise.”

And with that, you and Solomon set off to see the demons off, one last time.

The sudden creak of the student council room’s door alerted the demons as Solomon saunters his way in. Seeing the weakened Avatars brought a smile to his face, of course, they were expecting you for answers. 

“Solomon. I trust you know what has happened to the Avatars here.” Diavolo implicates the sorcerer as the latter looks over the brothers and hums. “Hm. Now why would I be the first one to know what’s happened to the brothers?” He glances over at Barbatos who side eyed his master.

“MC’s pacts with the brothers have been severed, MC had gone to Purgatory Hall today, have they not?” The butler questions Solomon as the latter looks thoughtful as he chooses not to answer, only his eyes danced in amusement as he watched the gears turn in the demons’ head.

“Where is MC? What have you done to them?” Lucifer snarls at Solomon as he struggles to stand up, the rest of the brothers following suit. Solomon lets out his hearty chuckles as he motions towards the door. “What have I done to them? The real question, oh mighty Lucifer, is what have you all done to them?”

“You impudent human!” Lucifer roars as he shifts into his demon form, and with his brothers following suit. Even in their weakened state, he had to applaud them for their tenacity.

“That’s enough Lucifer.”

You emerge from the dark halls and stand between Solomon and the demons you had once considered your friends. Your once vibrant self to the brothers was now replaced by a dark cloud that hung over you. A part of you felt as if you were the scared and defenseless little human at the beginning of the program, now that you removed the pacts. A part of you was just done with being here, playing family therapist without any compensation for the amount of pain you had been put through.

You narrow your eyes at the brothers, who had halted like a pack of dogs on their master’s command, and shifted back into their regular forms. They looked so hurt, so lost, so confused. A perpetual frown graced your features as you scoff at the scene before you. You almost felt bad for them. But it wasn’t as sad as you had been hurting the entire time, and yet none of these greater beings were smart enough to figure that out.

“MC!” Your first man was the first to call out for you, it was a mournful cry as a barrier stops him from coming any closer to you and sends him backward. Mammon’s face twists in utter disbelief as you remain silent, yet observant of the demons before you who shared the same looks.

“What tha hell?! MC...” Mammon never looked so hurt, at least from the vulnerable Mammon you saw that opened up to you behind closed doors. “MC...What’s goin on?” Mammon begs of you as you remained unfettered to the anguish of the brothers.

“Listen well brothers, and your little king and his butler as too. These will be the last words you’ll ever hear from me.” You began as an explosion of protests, screams, and begs before Lucifer steps forward. “Enough!” He bellows at his brothers and silence comes over the room. 

“MC...Please. We just want answers. Why have you removed our pacts?” Lucifer asks of you, his voice soft, as if it were just the two of you alone in his room during those late night visits. Those nights where his pride was put aside just for him to love you behind closed doors. But it was soon to be a memory now.

You look to Solomon who simply nodded, “Like I said, these are my last words to you. So you better listen well.” You glowered and you take a breath, it was time to get things off your chest.

“I was the one who asked, no. Begged, Solomon to remove the pacts. I suppose after fixing your problems and putting my own feelings and well being aside, I decided to do something for myself.” You scan over where your pact marks used to be and scoff. 

“I suppose I was naive enough to think pact between a human and a demon would need some sort of consent, trust, and maybe love.” You gag at the last word, before you continue. “But I was used as a way to get back at two dumbasses of brothers’ to end age old feud.” You fumed as you point at Mammon and Leviathan, who immediately shrink away as soon as the old memory was brought back to them.

“And then...? I stupidly believed that I was going to help brothers reconcile with each other, fix a broken family. All I had to do was make pacts with them, easy right? Even though at one point or another, my life was put on the line for each pact.” You state as it was Belphegor’s turn to shrink against his twin, daring not to look at you. Your eyes linger over the brothers who had exchanged glances towards each other before all of them looked at Belphie at once.

“Only for me to meet death himself! But it was an easy fix! Just replace me with another me and erase that timeline! Surely I wouldn’t remember being killed by your dear baby brother. Problem solved! The brothers are back together again! Surely this wouldn’t have any repercussion on the human!?” You let out a sardonic laugh and you grin at the brothers’ expression twist and turn with a sickening realization of what you had kept under wraps the entire time.

You wiggle your finger mocking at them as your smile bore into the brothers and the royals, “But let’s give a hand to our dear monarch and his dear handler!” You rail on derisively and applaud the two demons behind the brothers, only looking horrified of the aftermath of their actions. “They both got a taste of playing God! I was a just a pawn in their scheme to get this damned family back together again!”

“Oh...And to put the cherry on top? Your dear prince and his loyal butler revealed my ancestry...to your dead sister!” You felt your blood boil, even Satan could feel it, even without the pact. “Which is probably all the worth I’ll ever have to you demons! Without it, I’m just a worthless human who wouldn’t mean jack to any of you! But what if I was the descendant of her lover? You would all kill me on the spot, even if I ‘fixed’ your family, wouldn’t you all?” You accuse them all as the horror on their faces brought you such glee.

“And none of you never apologized to me, for all those times you’ve put my life in danger.” You mutter bitterly as you glare at the Royals, “And you two never apologized for putting me through watching myself die. And why would you? You played me like a fiddle, so long as it got you your results. Well congratulations, you got them. And for one life of a human? Damn, you got yourselves a good deal!”

You laugh in broken pauses and you run a hand through your hair, the brothers were the most silent as they had ever been. The normally loud bunch stunned into silence as their favorite human poured their heart out, any love they had towards them seemed to have diminished. Your eyes had welled up as you gaze at them through glassy lens.

“MC! Please!” Belphegor leaves his twin’s side as he drops in front of you, on his hands and knees, “I’m sorry MC! Punish me, instead of taking it out on my brothers! It was my fault, it was all my fault! ” he begs as you barely acknowledge his pathetic gesture.

“You stupid demon. I am punishing you. How does it feel to lose the last thread to your dead and dearest sister? You apologized to Lilith instead of apologizing to me. Is that was your pact was?! An apology to Lilith for killing her dear descendant?!” You snarl the words as Belphegor recoils from the statement, and couldn’t find his words now.

You then look at the eldest brother, and you point your finger at him, “And you’re guilty of this too, don’t you dare say otherwise. You’ve tried to kill me three times, plus a baby angel and your own brother! Lilith would so proud of her big brother. This pact is no different from my murderer’s. These were more like half assed apologies, considering you all went straight to Belphegor’s side. Not once had any of you considered my feelings after my death.” You growled at him as Lucifer faltered in his steps forward towards you as he met your glare.

“And what, you both think a pact would absolve all the pain and suffering you demons put me through? You brothers really are stupid when you’re together, you know that?” You let out a dry cackle, “Those pacts meant nothing, they were nothing more than lies.” You were washed clean of the pacts, the memories your time would soon follow as you felt Solomon’s hand on your shoulder.

As he tried to figure out his words he swallows hard, and Lucifer gets onto his knees, “MC. Please, allow me to apologize to you now. For every moment I’ve threatened you, every moment that I’ve brought harm to you. On behalf of my family, I beg of you to forgive us, for all the pain we’ve put you through. We will beg for forgiveness even if you refuse to do so.” If Lucifer was on his knees, groveling for forgiveness then the rest of the lot were as well.

You scoff at the Seven Deadly Avatars of Sin as eyes begged for what good was left in you, the human that they all loved apparently to forgive you then and there. You turned your back on them.

“Luke was right all along. I should have never trusted you demons.”

“MC? It is time to go.” Solomon informs you as a portal opens behind him. You dared not to give the brothers any satisfaction or any sympathy, it was only fair that they never did the same for you.

“If you really want to honor your dead sister’s wish, then you all will stay out my life, and you will stay the hell away from my descendants.” And without another word, you crossed through with Solomon.

And with that the portal closed and silence had settled indefinitely. But nothing would close the gaping hole that a mere human had left in the hearts of the most powerful demons of the three realms.

-Fin

[maranull]

MARAAAAAA

🥖- baguette for u <33

Do you have any wholesome au/headcanons for the Haligtree twins??

(Please take as much time as you need, ik you're busy!!)

BIIIIMBOOOOOM

thaaank you for the baguette, imma make a long ass sandwich and divide it for all the cool peeps in here 🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪🥪 <- come grab your snack y'all

I didn't have any headcanons, but I made some:

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Malenia:

She was a very happy and active kid. The Rot couldn't be as powerful as she was growing up, so she was mostly fine, apart from some weekly nightmares. (the true horrors began at her teens)

She loved horses and often begged Radahn for a ride on Leonard. Leonard was also the only horse that allowed her on its back, cause most other animals smelled the Rot in her even then.

She also really liked ants and spent days looking the go to and from their nests. Sometimes she would find some that looked lost, and she'd use a leaf to guide them back to the nest entrance.

She had a Runebear plushie and she kept it even as an adult. It currently gathers dust in the end of a self but she still gets a comforting feeling when seeing it.

When she began training with her swordmaster, they used sticks (she was barely a teen) and while they were breaking them daily in their clashes, she kept the fragments of the very first stick she used. They are coated in wood oil to prevent degradation and she keeps them hidden in a tightly shut chest in her room.

She loves the sea breeze and the sound of distant waves crushing on the shore.

She really likes listening to Miq reading her stories. Which he does often, and if the Rot is acting up, his reading soothes her.

Winter is her favourite season. Snow and ice help soothe her pain at the places where the Rot has torn her flesh.

She also likes eating frozen cream with honey on top. If the winter days happen to be warm and the night ice melts early, she wakes up in the middle of the night to gather it and make a couple bowls.

Miquella:

Miq was a social and a bit clingy kid.

Many nights he woke up and he would run to sleep with his mother/father. (Which would also prompt Malenia to follow him)

His own plushie was a red wolf.

He really loved the real Red Wolf of Radagon, and would bury his face in its fur every time he got the chance.

Marika used to makes his braids, one of the few times she was actively motherly to him. Despite his many differences with her, he always enjoyed the process and even let her do it after he reached adulthood (in mind and years).

Malenia quickly learned to do them after they left the Erttree, and each morning she does them, it's a quiet and peaceful time for both of them.

His favourite season is spring and he adores, adores flowers and caterpillars.

His favourite flower is the one he cultivated himself, Miquella's Lily, and he becomes overjoyed when he sees one growing in the wild on its own, outside of his garden.

Speaking of gardens, his is a little water garden only he cares for, and all the plants he raises bloom with an amazing health and radiance.

He loves the sun and always tries to sneak a couple minutes from his work to just... lay under its rays and relax.

~

Hope you like them! Also, I have it stuck in my head that they both love hot cocoa from that one mention I read in Stolen so I should add that here too. Hmm, hmm.

(I always make time for moots, I just write slow 👍)

Thank you for the ask! <333

[aihoshiino]

okay so no idea how i should refer to myself as so: hi!! im the person who had way too much fun writing ai/nino toxic yuri on ao3! i was gonna just lurk (me, tumblr account with privated likes, reblogs and follows) BUT how could i with the promise of people being normal about fictional unhealthy gay women. idk if this is the optimal way to communicate i use tumblr with the sole purpose of following 4 people and digging up ai content

i am honestly so flattered (but also kinda upset at the lack of content on them aside from my own 1k word long oneshot please keep recommending if you find more stuff on them) that you enjoyed and recommended my fics considering i just straight up had no clue where i was going: okay so top priority i want them to kiss —> but also with how things are nino would probably lash out (read: bite) —> ai would be hesitant but also is so desperate that she’d still accept it happily —> this will fuel ninos idea of ai being the perfect, invincible idol —> and then i ran and tried not to trip with the rest

your translations of the side stories and blog was probably what helped me get in to oshi no ko again because even though i am still not over ai being dead i can now listen to someone talk about how great and tragic and sad and miserable she was along with all the other characters so thank you again!

also that ask for ai/nino toxic yuri visions was me lol, thanks for talking about my fic despite how short it was <3, i might de-anon myself at some point but rn im too shy for that

woof, this got a bit long. anyways love wins fr, if there was ever a day where i participate in an onk shipping war it’ll be on the side of them

LMFAO OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY TO HAVE JUMPSCARED YOU WITH YOUR OWN FIC 😭 WHAT A THING TO SEE ON YOUR OWN DASH....

that said it does make me so happy every time I hear people saying my relentless oshi no posting stands out to them to the degree that it does lol. I guess I'm in a similar place as you where, as happy as I am for it, it does make me a little sad that it feels like there's such little fan interest in lengthy meta and discussion on Ai herself outside of some really banal, surface level stuff. To a degree, I get that with other characters having so much more time on the page and having ongoing arcs to speculate about, but Ai is sooooooooo fascinating to me and it really drives me insane how often I see people make zero effort to engage with her arc beyond her utilitarian function in the story. It also really bums me out how often I see her get reduced to just a stepping stone in the arcs of other characters — even though the manga is literally shaking you right now and begging you to understand and empathize with her more than ever, I straight up see people cheering and crowing about Ruby 'surpassing' her or 'becoming the true Ai' as if this is a good thing and they are not completely fucking missing the point lmao.

ANYWAY!!!! That's enough grumping because the actual point of this response was to say: the Ai posting will continue until I am physically forced to stop!!!! I have so many thoughts about my wife constantly and if I do not share them I will explode!!!

(ps anon pspspspsp if you are ever feeling brave enough to unanon pls feel free to just send me your discord or your socmeds off tumblr if that is less intimidating for u.... honestly that goes for all my oshi no moots in general Please Talk With Me In DMs About My Wife)

[chaithetics]

First of all: Fics for Palestine is an awesome idea! Now with that said: What about those who don't have the money to donate? All I can do is my clicks, what if I wanted to participate or someone like me wanted to participate? They have no money, can't donate to the wonderful charities and causes on the list, believe in the cause and love your fics. That means there'd be a gap. I read your entire post too - it seems you're leaving out those who literally can not donate, even with your levels. Just because someone doesn't have the money to donate (for whatever reasons) doesn't mean that they don't support the cause, or that they don't want to help. I'd appeal to you to add a teir for those who can provide proof (screen shots and shares) of their clicks for https://arab.org/ as the add revenue generated between clicks for the adds shown on the web page goes directly to several different Palestinian causes: - Children - Palestinians - Fight Poverty - Refugees - Enviornment - Women Over all its your idea and a wonderful idea at that. You don't have to even listen to this idea. I just wanted to share an idea that might help generate even more aid for Palestine and further our cause, even for those who can't directly donate. I understand if you had nixed this idea due to workload. Makes sense. Yet again, what you're doing is awesome! This is a great idea! A beautiful idea that will spread aid, hope, and positivity. Thanks in advance and I hope that you're idea is SUPER successful!

Hey Rose, how are you? I hope you're having a lovely weekend! Thanks for sending this in and the kind words 🥰

This might become a bit winded, I've never been good at being a concise written communicator haha!

I don't know what social media platforms you use outside of tumblr, I assume it's the case for many but the last few weeks my TikTok fyp has just been filled with Palestinian evacuation Go Fund Me pages and it's heartbreaking. It's heartbreaking that people are in this position, I work part time because of health so my resources in terms of time and money are limited. Late one night I just felt really hopeless and depressed because I'd seen so many people begging for much needed aid and all that was left for me to do was interact with the videos which felt really dystopian and heartbreaking. Fics for Palestine was a depressed, sleep-deprived late night idea, I messaged a lovely tumblr moot the idea late at night and then I made the post late at night as well. I'll be honest, not a lot of thought went into the tier system in that post. It was just that foggy brain running haha. Because I knew that there would be some people on tumblr who'd be in a position to donate and having this incentive might encourage them to donate and for others to learn more about the Palestinian struggle and genocide happening.

I do want to clarify that nowhere in the post do I say that people need to donate to care and that if people aren't in a position to do so they don't care. I do specifically say that I know donating isn't accessible to everyone and encourage people to keep showing up and supporting however they can.

We all have a part to play, so get involved with this if you like, please contact your local representatives and government, keep engaging with Palestinian content and voices, support the funds if you can- I know that's not accessible to everyone, attend rallies, protests, and vigils in support of Palestine. Do what you can, what is physically, emotionally and financially accessible to you.

It looks like this ask is your first time interacting with my account so it's fair that you probably wouldn't know this, but I do go through large inactive/tumblr hiatus periods but have been sharing content, free resources of ebooks and films, encouraging asking people to contact their representatives and posting bullet points to include and offering to help out with finding local resources, representatives and drafting emails both before and after the original 'fics for Palestine' post.

I also am physically disabled and have an autoimmune illness while also working and that, so fics take me a bit of time and my health flares (as my lovely patient followers know haha). So I did try to keep manageable expectations as it was a 2 week period and considered adding in a 'free' tier of proof of emails to politicians. I have shared posts saying that if it incentivises people to write to their politicians, I'll write a fic for them. This is a new tier that I'll officially be doing for June! I'll be posting that update as a new 'fics for Palestine' pinned post later tonight with some other tier updates! 🥰

Clicks for Palestine (arab.org) is a really cool resource that I wasn't familiar with till recently, so thank you for including them and highlighting them! I'll make a post about them and reblog any posts about them I see. I did talk to my friend about them and we kind of came to a point that while they are awesome somebody could potentially send a screenshot of the 'Thank You' in off multiple devices each day and while that's generating revenue (which is great) it could then lead to a spam of requests/abuse of this little initiative. If that makes sense? I'm hoping that the inclusion of emails will provide people a free way to show their support while engaging meaningfully, I've offered to help people write emails as well.

Also thought I'd clarify that the categories you listed, they all go to UN agencies but the page for Palestinians is the only one that guarantees that that revenue will go to Palestinian aid as it donates to UNRWA. All the other charities are much broader, so good to give clicks but that ad revenue could be spent in numerous other places by the respective UN agency.

Sorry for all the reading this will be! Thank you for the kind words and for sharing your thoughts Rose, I appreciate you sending this in and completely understand the thought behind it all! We've had a couple of awesome people participate and fingers crossed that continues for June 🤞

If you have any more thoughts I'm happy to chat, I hope you have a great weekend! If you made it this far, thank you haha! You can have a consensual hug or high-five if you'd like and if not you have my appreciation either way 💞

[youre-ackermine]

1. gun to your head, you gotta save one of them and the other's going to die : levi or hange? 😈

2. who's your fave metal band/artist of all times, and which type of metal do you enjoy most?

3. how do you handle hange's fate most days and does it vary? are you more Team Denial or have you accepted it because you think it's a fitting ending for their character, or anything in between?

yeah i'm curious and i can't sleep either hehehe

Krikkit 🙂

Thanks for asking ! Sorry to reply so late, but I finally fell asleep earlier than expected 😴

*****

1/ I should have known you would ask a tricky question like this, you evil moot lmao !!

[speaking of canon characters here] According to my preferences -even if I almost love both of them equally by now- you could fairly expect me to choose Levi, but I would save Hange ! [Disclaimer : me not saying Levi's life is not valuable, don't misinterpret my words, people, please & thank you]

Besides Hange's fighting skills, their brains still have so much to offer to Humanity after war, in terms of progress, knowledge, improvement, technology, based on their scientific experimentation & enthusiastic curiosity. Their kindness & heartwarming sunshine personality would spread positivity & comfort around them as well, helping those close to them cope with their griefs & heal their emotional wounds. [But this would be so cruel, as I imagine they would mourn Levi for years & -secretly- hate me so much for choosing them over him 😭😭😭]

2/ My musical tastes are basically goth (mainly old school lmao) & metal since I was 12 yo. As far as metal is concerned, I used to listen to Rammstein & Marilyn Manson A .F*CKING .LOT !!

But as I grow older, my interest focuses on Black Metal, especially Satyricon [Dark Medieval Times & Nemesis Divina are my all times fav BM albums] & I recently experienced musical epiphany thanks to @stellar-smth 's advice : I literally fell in love with the Swiss band BORGNE omg I love their music so much !! If someone is interested, I can send the link to my Spotify playlist 🤘

3/ Oh my, this one pierces right through my kokoro 💔 I DON'T handle their fate AT ALL, I can't ! The more we get close to March 3rd, the more I get depressed. After reading chapter 132, I cried for 2 full hours at least, I couldn't stop, even after re-realizing they were a fictional character. So when I'll watch the animated scene...

I'd say I'm somewhere in between. The way Hange sacrifices themself of their own free will to save their comrades - & thus humanity- totally fits the character imo. It's no surprise they follow their convictions & beliefs until the very end. Once again, I'll say they are the real hero of the story as they SAVE EVERYBODY ELSE'S ASS for f*ck's sake !!!

On the other hand, I wish they could survive the Rumbling & live a peaceful life with Levi 💚💜😢 So I'm more than often Team Denial & read so so much fics where they're both alive & happy together, I also focus on what happened during the 4 years time lapse in the story [mainly Levihan working together, lovingly taking care of their growing brats together, increasing their bond/love just being together all the time & so on & so forth, Levihan living rent free in my mind 24/7 tbh] Also : Hange is the most underrated character in snk, even more than Levi, & we need a f*cking back story for them please I'm on my knees begging you Isayama 🛐

*****

I hope you finally fell asleep, I don't know how you can survive your long shifts !!

Thanks for passing by, always a pleasure to see Krikkit in my notifs ❤️

Mwah kith 😘

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BONUS : RANDOM SHIT

The two dorks Valentine's Day gifts they found for each other [just to cheer up the mood]

Since I'm also a dork, here's a Levihan kiss 💚💜

[tired-biscuit]

i've just seen your posts on dash biscuit and its so sad you're feeling like that :( If i'm to tell you the honest truth biscuit, I don't remember how I found your account but i remember being so intrigued and hooked immediately - I went on to read your War General Kiba (to somewhat expose myself.. I am War General Kiba anon from around a month ago) bc your writing itched my brain so fuckin good !!

It makes me so sad that uni started recently for me and I have been so caught up I haven't gotten around to reblogging war general kiba because I haven't gotten the moment to write my thoughts regarding those:( they're sitting in my drafts. I decided I would read every single one of your fics a month ago (unfortunately I haven't been able to yet) - including the naruto thirst you elaborated on for me, and though I haven't gotten time to read it, THANK YOU SO MUCH BISCUIT for taking your time out to do that :( <3

You deserve every single one of those likes , but you deserve them alongside an equal amount of reblogs :/ i sincerely hope that these followers and whatnot pull their heads out of their ass and start reblogging - because if they don't, they're not going to have anything to read. bc biscuit you are such an amazing and talented writer, and it always blows my mind we get to read your masterpieces for free. FOR FREE!!!! that is so crazy like, this is stuff that could get you MILLIONS and we have the blessing from you to type a few words onto our screens and read it! like WOW thank you so much <3 🍁 anon

oh my gosh, you’re so sweet; imma start sobbing!

listen, you don’t have to apologize for not being able to read my fics; i get it, life happens and we get busy as people and fanfiction definitely is NOT everything there is to life! so please don’t say sorry for that because there is literally no need for it, like i said. YOU’RE GOOD!

it just grinds my gears that i’m not allowed to vent on here about this particular topic because some people will INSTANTLY jump the wagon to call me ungrateful. i get it, i get notes, but people usually don’t understand that likes don’t mean shit on here and that the majority of those notes are just that: likes. sure, i get a little notif that someone liked my story, but i have no clue what they thought about it based from that heart. i have no clue if they’ve even actually read it. to make matters even worse, it makes the post just straight up fucking die.

i spend hours and hours and hours writing, editing, rereading, tweaking the same story for ages. i could just not post it and keep it to myself, sure, but i enjoy interacting with my moots and my followers in general, and giving people that share my interest in the same characters something to read about, because let’s be real; kiba is niche af. i like feeding the kiba girlies because i barely had anything to eat a couple years back when it comes to him and i’ve worked my fucking ass off for those notes over the years, SO OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THEM, OK?

this debate, or whatever you wanna call it, has been circling around here for ages and it’s useless at this point, i think... writers, artists, creators of all sorts say “please say thank you for my creation that i made for YOU after you’ve asked, i beg” and people call us ungrateful or stuck up or whatever the fuck. i mean, do people seriously think i enjoy self-reblogging all the time and begging for interaction like that robin hood meme with the cup???????? no, i do it because it is the only way people will see my work before it disappears into the ether once again, ffs!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS, i will write a drabble for your war general!kiba ask when i have the time, i promise! i just want to actually make it good and write like a proper story instead of just my thoughts because he is very dear to me and i am a perfectionist when it comes to my royalty AU and it makes me overthink and just… yeah! he has been sitting in the back of my head, clanking his heavy weapons impatiently, lmao.

I LOVE YOU!

[dearinglovebot]

Sorry if this ask is too long and too annoying; but I have no jurassic world moots (tragedy) let alone any who would listen to my Claire and Kayla thoughts but I cannot stop thinking about them and specifically this:

Claire hates air travel. We see it in the first movie with the helicopter, and I think the only reason she doesn't freak out in Kayla's plane is because of the adrenaline from wanting to find Maisie (and she still looks ready for death when they tell her they have to eject her from the plane) but what do I think she loves?? Water. She worked on an island. She's no stranger to riding on boats. I think she could always be found swimming the rare times she took a break (mermaidclairemermaidclaire)

Kayla? Kayla loves the air. I mean, this is obvious. She flies a plane. She does an excellent job at talking Claire through any and all flight anxiety and distracting her when talking isn't enough. But she hates the water. She has no need for a boat when she can fly wherever she needs. And Claire is so surprised when her amazing, brave girlfriend is clinging to her the first time they ride on a boat. I mean, Claire is half over the railing looking at the ocean and feeling the breeze on her face and Kayla is only not vomiting because she needs to get Claire away from the edge.

Yeah, air and sea girlfriends. They're special to me.

“long and annoying” meanwhile I’m practically begging on my knees every week to find more clayla enjoyers. THIS IS WHAT I LOVE TO SEEE

AIR AND SEAAA GIRLFRIENDS!! that’s literally brilliant and the best thing I’ve seen all week. imagining beach dates (kayla keeps insisting the water is shark infested while claire drags her in. “it’s not infested if they live there” “is that supposed to be comforting??”) AND ANDDD vacation to appalachia where you can see the mountains through the clouds as you fly over and claires like “oh my god. we’re going to crash. we’re going to crash and die. I know how to build a fire for warmth. but when we starve, please eat me first for nutrients.” while kayla calls her dramatic (fond). and also adventures at the pool where claire reveals she can do diving board back flips and kayla is trying to be supportive while being terrified she’s gonna snap her neck. she’s like okaaayy cool it simone biles what happened to drinking mimosas in the shallows! but also kayla explaining her control panel to claire to make her feel safer in the air (cause she’s got it all covered!) and claire is just smiling and nodding bc what the hell is an airfoil.

(p.s. …I could tell you something potentially crazy about mermaid claire rn)

[nikkiitalks]

Nikki I'm so sorry if this is breaking the don't say anything thing and if you, or other Native muns in the rpc think this is in bad taste please delete it or tell me off. First of all love you.

But I need everyone demanding to have me make a post or to talk about my experiences etc to know that I AM NOT THE VICTIM HERE!!! The entirety of the Indigenous community is!!!!!! Listen to them, send them nice messages, they already have to deal with so much bullshit from people trying to excuse this, or diminish their hurt and pain. They don't need this. There's already too many people who were told not to chiming in and making fun of the situation.

Why do you need a white person to comment on something to make you give a shit about the utter betrayal and harm that's been done to the Indigenous community? I don't know their pain, I could never begin to understand the trauma from having this happen, from their own pain being used against them by someone faking being one of them. Indigenous people are already victimised and harassed and demeaned and hurt for no reason. You should already care!

Nothing that I say matters because it's not fucking about me. My opinion or words or experience is moot in this whole thing. You shouldn't care more about what some random white person on the internet thinks of this, or how they knew Natalie, or anything.

Please just listen to the Indigenous people on this hell site, just care about them. and hell if you wanted me to beg you to do it before you gave a shit this is me begging for you all to stop concentrating on white feelings and listen and care about Indigenous ones. Who were the ones betrayed and hurt the most.

All my love to you Nikki, and the rest of the Indigenous RPC. Sorry I'm really bad at wording but <3

This was beautiful 🥺

Thank you, luv ❤️

[viridiangreennn]

Literally, please DM me I'll give you my discord I know tumblr's messaging system is shit, I also have snap and whatsapp but I use them less

Sigh, okay... here goes.

TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR DOT COM

YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION, NO, YOU ARE ACTIVELY BEING BEGGED, NOT ENCOURAGED OR PERSUADED, BEGGED, BY ME, PLEASE TALK TO ME.

I am sick tired and honestly upset by the fact that none of my moots (save a few, you know who you are <3) have talked to me non-publicly. I want to get to know you awesome people better and if I follow you, you have full permission to talk to me privately.

BEING FOLLOWED IS A COMPLIMENT FROM SOMEONE SAYING THEY LIKE YOU SO MUCH THEY WANT TO HEAR MORE FROM YOU, UNLESS THEY SAY OTHERWISE

Thank you for listening and I hope some moots will pick up on my hint (please guys)

*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend

[absolutepokemontrash]

I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn’t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

[fallintitan]

whadda heck. this is just BT being a straight-up brat about having to take a bath.

[ao3 link]

BT is human-esque in more than one way: he’s proven a sense of self, intelligence, compassion, moral reasoning, independent decision making, and countless other feats for an AI to achieve. More than once, his Titan’s very-real, sentient thoughts had saved his life. It led to the two of them being revered and--much to his chagrin--relatively popular around the base.

BT may be eerily human, it’s true--he’s also as irritatingly stubborn as a mule.

“Come on,” he begs. “The quicker we start, the quicker it’ll be done. Right?” He nudges his friend’s enormous pede. Moot sits between them, eagerly watching them trade words in between digging a muddy, dirty hole.

“Correct.” BT blinks owlishly down at him with a cyan optic from where he’s planted himself in the field.

“So, why don’t we just get it over with?”

BT narrows his optic’s shutters in a frown. “I do not want to.”

“Moot will,” he challenges. “Moot’s up to take one right now. Look at her.” Both their gazes shift to the dog. She pauses in her digging and her tail wags as she’s paid attention to, although she’s clearly confused. “She loves them.”

“Some breeds of dogs are known for their addiction to water,” BT says. “Some are known for their dislike of it. Some Titans are more likely to deal with being cleaned because they enjoy it more. I do not.”

It takes all of Cooper’s willpower to not turn to the skies and scream. Moot has perked up at the idea. “I know you don’t want to,” he reasons, “but it’s gotta be done, big guy.”

His Titan shifts on his pedes, thinking. Absolutely thinking of another way to pry his way out of it. Guaranteed.

“It necessarily does not need to be done at this time,” BT retorts. His core is tilted quizzically, almost daring Cooper to continue challenging him. “It can be postponed.”

“Okay, you’re right there--” he mentally berates himself for giving the Titan that much leeway in their argument--”but we have the time, right now, to do it. And get it out of the way. So you don’t have to do it later, when you’ll likely want to do it even less.”

BT’s inner workings rumble as the Titan ponders the point. “But I do not want to do it right now.”

He resists dragging his hands down his face exasperatedly. “Buddy, please. Don’t be such a baby about this.”

“I am approximately 3.8 years old,” BT smoothly retorts. “I am no newborn.”

“Fine, sorry--you’re being a toddler about this. My mistake.”

The Titan finally seems to be offended by the comment. “That is directionally correct. What does that comment imply?”

“It means you throw a fit when things don’t go your way!” Cooper huffs. “That’s what toddlers do! Probably about taking baths, too!”

By now, a few other SRS members have stopped to watch the debacle. They’re not-so-subtly cackling at the two of them. In the hangar, he can hear someone start pressure-washing their Titan. Intentionally-- it has to be. He’s certain. My Titan behaves better than yours.

“I’m gonna get Briggs out here,” he warns. “You know you can’t disobey her.”

BT huffs air out his vents. “She will listen when I express my displeasure.” 

“I doubt it. MOB is the same way about getting cleaned. If anything, she’s going to be harder on you. Because you’re both toddlers.”

“MOB has an attitude that needs adjusting.”

Oh, he’s going to lose it. He swears he is. “And you’re saying you don’t have an attitude?”

“I am logical in my decisions,” BT counters. His hands flex either angrily or bemusedly. Cooper’s too caught up in his own turmoil to pay that much attention. “As I have said: it can be done at a later date and time, Pilot.”

“Okay,” he says through a sigh, “what is your reasoning for throwing a tantrum?”

“Correction. I am stating a fact. There is no ‘tantrum’ involved here.” BT looks straight at him, defiantly. “The reason we should wait is because there are other opportunities to spend time in a more efficient manner currently.”

“Like what?”

“Training,” BT offers. He thinks he has a solid point. His voice is getting that amused and cocky little lilt to it. 

“You realize we can train after getting washed, right?” Cooper shouts.

“Correct.”

“So, why don’t we just do that?” Finally, he’s got a defense to hide behind. There’s no way he’s giving it up.

“Illogical,” BT shrugs simply. “During training, we both would accumulate dirt and grime that would undo your work. It would have been in vain.”

His hands come up to rub his palms over his eyes exasperatedly.

BT tilts his datacore again. “You are upset because I have proven a point, are you not?”

By now, the accumulation of SRS members, as well as their Titans, and hangar workers has grown. He can still hear the pressure washer being used. It scrapes against his nerves. One of them crows out, “You need help, Coop?” and the others chuckle.

“No,” he says firmly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“You sure? We could do what parents do with toddlers and just carry them where they need to go. We’ve got a Legion.” Said Legion jolts at being mentioned and shifts from foot to foot nervously. 

He seriously considers it. For as much as his Titan is publicly humiliating him, he should. A Legion would easily be able to handle the lithe frame of a Vanguard. BT seems to figure out he’s considering it. Moot is still obliviously digging her hole in the ground.

You wouldn’t dare, he says through the Neural Link. 

I absolutely would dare, Cooper snaps back.

BT is definitely glaring at him now. He swears he can feel the heat of it. He can hear the Titan’s joints creak as he tenses. Cooper preens as he shouts back to the others. “May just take you up on that offer.”

“You will not,” BT says aloud.

Cooper stares straight back into the cyan optic. “I will.” He turns back to the Legion and the other Pilots. “Come on over.”

The Legion’s Pilot slaps it on the plating of its foot affectionately, gesturing it towards Cooper and BT. “You heard the man.” Tentatively, the Legion starts making its way over to the two of them. It seems just as reluctant to be told to do this as BT appears.

He hears a squelch of static leave BT. The Titan heaves another sigh, before turning and trodding towards the washing bay, not sparing a look back. He can't help but imagine a toddler storming off after losing an argument.

Cooper positively brightens. He throws a wave to the Legion and its Pilot in gratitude before following BT.

He’s sulking; his twenty-foot tall war machine is sulking at being forced to get cleaned. BT’s steps are purposefully heavy and Cooper swears he can feel a familiar glare on the back of his head as they go to the washing bay. Moot follows both of them stride for stride, well aware of what’s coming.

As soon as the water hits the Titan, BT pulls his armor plates in, clamping them tight to his form. 

Cooper resists the urge to sigh out loud. “You can’t do that.”

BT refuses to meet his stern gaze. “The water is cold.”

“And? You’re a big guy, you can handle it,�� he teases lightly.

Again, BT narrows his optic. If looks could kill, Jack would be pushing up daisies right now. “Too cold. Approximately 13 degrees Celsius. Intolerable.”

“Even so, there’s no way to warm the water enough to make you happy. If we had it your way, it’d be scalding.”

“It would not be ‘scalding’.”

“It absolutely would be.” Cooper dares his Titan to argue further with a look. “Tell me, what temperature did you have in mind?”

“Something warmer than the current choice.”

Were his hands not occupied with the hose and a bucket, he’d drag his hands down his face in exasperation again. “Bring me up.”

Reluctantly, BT lowers to sit on his haunches. One hand comes out to let Cooper sit astride it as it carefully brings him closer. 

It takes noticeable effort to clean his Titan. BT does everything but cooperate while he works, refusing his requests and even ignoring him temporarily. He clamps his armor tight to his base skeletal frame. Cooper has to threaten to douse BT with the hose at random to get him to comply. 

He figured being washed off after a hard day would be a nice thing to undergo. While humans and Titans do vary vastly, there’s still that considerable amount of similarity between them. Some people enjoy cold showers. Moot doesn’t mind the cold water. Why is BT making such a fuss?

When it comes to wiping dirt and grit off his Titan’s SERE, BT somehow gets worse. When the damp towel first touches the core gently, he looks away.

“BT,” Cooper deadpans. 

“I do not like the sensation.”

“Cool. Let me do this so we can get it over with.” He cranes to reach the far side of the core.

BT’s optic narrows in a grimace. Cooper is confident BT knows that he is being as gentle as possible here. There’s no way he’d allow himself to do anything relative to harming his partner. Could it be past memories causing issues? 

He pauses. Something clicks in his head. A grin splits his face, even though he tries to hide it. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

Immediately, BT denies it. “No.” He refuses to elaborate. The answer is short and curt.

The exact actions of someone in denial.

Jack decides to test his theory. Delicately and with a feather-light touch, he drags the towel along the blunt edge of armor on BT’s shoulder.

He seems to be right. BT reflexively clamps the armor down and suppresses a shudder.

“Oh, geez,” he can’t help but sigh, “my Titan is ticklish. Not only does he act like a toddler, and not only does he pout, but he’s also ticklish.” He sneers mischievously. “Wait until the rest of the hangar hears this.”

BT shifts to look straight at him. “Do not.” It’s as close to a threat as he can get.

“But what if I did?” Cooper presses.

His Titan struggles to keep up the intimidating demeanor. Eventually, BT relents. “If you keep silent about this…”discovery”, I will cooperate for the rest of your given task.”

Cooper can’t help the triumphant smirk that crawls across his face. “Deal.”

The rest goes quickly. Turns out, washing a Titan is significantly more feasible when said Titan is being blackmailed (that’s such a harsh term, he thinks) into cooperation.

Once they’re finished, BT looks just like a sodden, miserable, angry cat. Muddy water has accumulated on the floor where it hadn’t drained quite fast enough to keep up with the flow. Moot has worn herself out, flopped over in front of the bay.

“Was that so hard?” Jack asks as he tosses the soggy and dirty towels into a basket.

BT glares at him. “Yes.”

“But did you die?”

“I have been through an adjacent experience to death,” BT points out.

Cooper rolls his eyes. As he stoops over to pick up the miscellaneous brushes and sponges he had used to clean BT, he doesn’t notice the Titan shifting his pede towards the massive puddle of muddy water. As he straightens back up, BT purposefully flicks his pede through the water, absolutely blasting Cooper with the cloudy water.

“There.” BT sounds proud of himself. “Now, it’s your turn.”

[fett-djarin]

Tell Me

Uhhuhuh surprise! I wrote a thing for Wolffe inspired by a certain ask one of my moots got. The ask was about having a massive praise kink and Wolffe making you repeat the praise and it really tickled my brain so,,, here we are ehe

Crossposted on ao3

Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Length: 1.7k

Rating: 18+

Tags/Warnings: PRAISE KINK, authority kink, oral (f receiving), PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampies, Wolffe being Gentle, praise kink praise kink praise kink

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Tonight was one of those nights when Wolffe wanted to spend hours between your legs, bringing you to orgasm again and again on his fingers, tongue, and cock. He needed your pleasure, needed to hear you keen and moan for him. He had been without you for too long.

As much as he knew you loved when he was rough, even feral, Wolffe also knew you absolutely melted when he was soft and sweet. Wolffe was a smart man; he took note of what had you falling apart for him, what made you moan the loudest, what made your toes curl and legs shake, and he used it all to have you dumb with pleasure by the end of the night. 

Yes, he had been without you, but you had also been without him. You needed this as much as he did.

Which led to your current situation.

Wolffe was laying between your legs, his broad shoulders keeping your thighs spread. He groaned at the sight of you, your folds glistening with your arousal, your breath stuttering, eyes blown wide with desire as you looked down at him. His thumbs traced along your lips, pausing to circle your clit and made your breath hitch before he spread you open.

“Beautiful girl,” he murmured. Blowing cool air on your clit, his smirk was reminiscent of his namesake when you clenched around nothing. Then he leaned in, dragging his tongue up your slit. Your head fell back and you let out a loud moan as he lapped at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. Wolffe let out a sinful noise as he tasted you, the vibrations of his moan on your bundle of nerves turning your moan into a whine.

“W-Wolffe,” you gasped. “Please!”

“Please what, mesh’la? Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” You squirmed, and his big hands pinned your hips down to stop you from pulling away from his mouth as he assaulted your clit with his tongue.

“Oh, f-fuck; your fingers, Commander, please!” You cried out, clenching around nothing. He chuckled against you. Then two of his fingers slid through your slit, collecting your pooling slick. Wolffe groaned as he gathered your wetness before teasing your entrance. You opened your mouth to beg for him again when they steadily pressed inside, turning your would-be plea into a garbled noise of pleasure.

He pumped them slowly, curling them in his search for the spongy spot on your walls. When you moaned, spasming around him, he grinned slyly before attacking that spot. Little noises were pulled from your mouth and your head fell back, eyes clenched shut. Your hands shot to his hair, holding him against you as your hips desperately tried to grind closer. Each curl of his fingers drew more wetness from you, and heat flushed your face at the lewd, wet sounds.

“Think you can take another?” He asked, voice gravelly. He pressed a filthy, open-mouthed kiss to your cunt as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“Mhmm,” was all you could manage, carding your hands through his curls.

His darkly muttered good girl sent liquid heat lacing through you. The prod and press of a third finger was a delicious stretch. Stars, his fingers were thick. Every thrust sent sparks through you, and combined with Wolffe sucking and licking at your clit, you weren’t going to last long. When his teeth lightly grazed your clit, you jolted.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful? I can feel you getting close,” he taunted. You nodded, words lost as the sensations rolled over you. “Look at me,” he demanded. You couldn’t help but listen. When you looked down at him, his broad form between your legs, mouth shining with your slick, you were dangerously toeing the edge. His smirk was wicked when he lowered his head back down and his tongue laved over your clit, and the dam inside you burst. You moaned as your orgasm crashed into you, clenching rhythmically around his fingers, arousal flooding his hand. Wolffe groaned against you, lapping at your wetness and not ceasing the movement of his hand until your moans turned into whines, hands tugging at his hair in a plea for respite, overstimulation biting at you.

Your breathing stuttered as he kissed his way up your body, savoring every inch of skin, praising you all the while. So pretty, cyare, so beautiful. Good girl cumming on my fingers, I could eat your sweet pussy all night. He kissed you slowly, deeply, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand tangled in your hair and your own cupped his cheeks, one tracing over his scar. Wolffe ground his hips against you, sliding his thick length through your soaked folds.

“Want your cock, sir,” you breathed, reaching between your bodies to stroke him. Your grip was tight and hot, and he couldn’t stop the low moan you pulled from him as you dragged your hand from base to tip. “Please, Wolffe.”

“You asked for it, pretty girl.” And then he shooed your hand away, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and tapping it against your mound. You whined seeing how deep he would fit in you, his cock hot and solid against your skin. Then he teased your entrance with his head, rubbing his length through your slick and making your legs twitch until you whined for him.

Your breath hitched as the head of his cock slipped inside you, that aching, pleasurable stretch as he slowly broke you open on his length. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan when his thumb rubbed tight little circles on your clit, coaxing you to take him inch by inch. When he was fully seated in you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as deep as you could. Maker, you were so full.

“So good for me, cyar’ika. Look at you. Took it all like a good girl.” His praise made you pant and clench around him. Wolffe chuckled, and you keened at the way it jostled his cock inside you. “You like when I call you a good girl, baby?” He punctuated his question with a slow, deep thrust.

“Ye-es,” you gasped. “Wanna be--good for you, Commander.”

Wolffe leaned down and kissed you, tongue teasing yours and swallowing every little noise you let out. He set a slow but deep pace, taking his time in fucking you thoroughly. “Always good for me. My best girl.” He looked down to where you were joined, watching as he sank into your wet heat. “You look good on my cock, sweet thing” he said, and then with a firmer thrust that had you crying out--”Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You,” you whined out. Your nails dragged across his shoulders as he hit particularly deep inside you.

“Who does it belong to?” he demanded.

“You, sir!” you practically wailed. He withdrew until just the tip of his cock rested inside you, and even though it was not fast and rough, he still fucked you with powerful, deep strokes that brushed against your sweet spot every time.

Wolffe kissed your neck, your jaw, then pulled back to look at you, holding eye contact. “You’re my good girl.” Heat flooded your face and you broke away from his gaze, but you could only moan helplessly as you flooded his cock with more wetness. Then his hand grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him again, and held you there. “Tell me. You’re my good girl.”

Oh, fuck. “I-I’m your good girl,” you repeated. Embarrassment flooded your body, but was quickly washed away with a new wave of heated arousal. The look in his eyes, the feeling of him fucking you so entirely was too much, and you felt tears welling up.

“You look so pretty when I fuck you,” he said, snapping his hips into yours for emphasis. “Say it.”

You had to listen. The soft, wet noises from between your legs grew even wetter. You felt yourself dripping, your arousal leaking down your thighs and ass, pooling on the sheets of your bed. “I look s-so pretty when you fuck me, sir,” you gasped. Your mouth was open, letting out breathy little moans and gasps. It was so much, too much, he felt too good. He had been slowly, deliberately building you up to an orgasm that was going to be devastating.

Wolffe’s grin was savage as you tightened around him. Your thighs squeezed his waist, trying to draw him closer. He rubbed your clit in faster circles, and still fucked you with steady, deep strokes, hilting himself entirely each time and hitting that spot that made you clench around him. The pleasure coiled at the base of your spine, heat building in your core. You knew you were going to cum, he just kept drawing you higher and higher and you were waiting for the crest you hadn’t reached yet. A tear tracked down your cheek, and Wolffe leaned down and kissed it away.

“Cum for me, mesh’la. Let me feel you,” he said in your ear, voice tight. That, paired with a sharp thrust of his hips, shoved you over that edge.

You sobbed as you came, heels digging into his lower back as you squirmed and writhed beneath him. Your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him, wrenching a curse from his throat. Your nails raked down his shoulders, the overwhelming pleasure rolling through you, shocks of it hitting you again and again and again. His hands wrapped around your hips to keep you from pulling away from him, and he fucked you through it. 

You had soaked him, the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock shining with your slick. Wetness leaked from you, dripping and making a mess. You babbled his name senselessly, and the way your cunt gripped him impossibly tighter and milked him for all he was worth, he was not far behind. With a deep groan he hilted himself in your heat; thick, hot spurts of his release coating your walls.

He gently pulled back, and you grimaced at the wet squish of your combined releases leaking from your center. Wolffe got up, but quickly returned with a cloth and glass of water, helping you clean up as best you could. Then the cloth was tossed away and he climbed back into bed with you, laying on his back and pulling you close. You tucked your face against his neck, breathing him in, comforted by his strong arms wrapped around you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Revelation

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, some blood and anger this chapter.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: SURPRISE! I somehow got this done this morning so voila!

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

A six-hour car ride and a brief flight saw you at a second safehouse; bigger and isolated from the world in a nest of trees. Steve accompanied you alone as Howard disappeared to ‘sort out business’. You watched and listened to it all, always keeping Luka close.

Your room was as big as one of the houses you’d lived in during your days in South America. Luka wanted to stay with you and you wouldn’t have let him sleep anywhere else. James, or Bucky, whoever he was those days, looked grim as he commented how nice it would be for you to have your privacy. You didn’t dare ask him to stay in the room though you wanted it. You had grown used to his presence.

You slept the first night soundly, waking only once or twice to look at the door. The usual shadow wasn’t there. That made you frown and run your fingers through Luka’s hair. You were safe now but that wouldn’t last, it never did.

You woke yawning, the hours of sleep reminding your body of its long-hewn fatigue. You could have slept for days. You peeked out into the hallway and Luka pushed past you, sprinting out the door. You followed him and called him back to you with a reprimand. He was excited about all the new places.

“Mishka, you stay close, we’re only going to get some breakfast,” you said as you took his hand.

“Mama, this place is so big! I wanna stay here forever,” he sang as he tugged on your arm.

“Why, so you can tear the walls down?” you tutted, “What has gotten into you?”

“Papa’s friend, Steve, he told me he fights the bad guys,” Luka swung your arm, “will he fight the ones who hurt you and Papa?”

You stopped just outside the kitchen. You turned Luka to you and bent to look him in his face. “What men, mishka?”

“The one’s we’re running from,” he said innocently.

You gulped and cradled his face in your hands, “don’t you worry about that, my love, me and your father will always keep you safe.”

The boy looked confused but didn’t ask more, he only nodded and you stood with a sigh. You took his hand again and pulled him into the kitchen. You sat him on one of the tall chairs along the island counter and searched the fridge. You poured each of you a bowl of Cheerios and pushed his across to him as you leaned on the other side of the counter and spooned up the cereal.

“You’re here,” James’ voice startled you as he came to a sharp stop just inside the doorway, “you weren’t in your room, I was--”

“You said we’re safe here,” you lowered your spoon, “Luka was hungry.”

“We are safe,” he exhaled and slowly crossed the room to stand at the end of the counter.

“You want some?” you shook the box at him.

“Eat,” he took it and grabbed a bowl of his own, “I’ll get it.”

He added milk and sat beside Luka. Your son smiled at him and received a goofy look in return. There were moments James wasn’t so guarded but those were always reserved for your son, never you. When he looked at you, you only saw his guilt and pain.

“Howard will be here at noon,” James said as he turned back to you and stirred his bowl, “I’ll talk to them first.”

“Talk?” you asked.

“They need to know… everything,” he said reluctantly, “you watch over Luka while I’m with them and try not to worry. We can trust Steve.”

You nodded and scooped another spoonful into your mouth. You chewed and stared at the counter. That wasn’t what you were worried about, how could you explain all that had happened?

✰

After you ate, you took Luka to the living room and Bucky left you again. After some giddy pleas from your son, you turned on the television. There were few times in his life, and yours, that you had the luxury of a screen. You sat and watched puppets spell and count for a while before you grew bored.

Luka tired of the wooden car he’d outgrown a while ago and jumped on the couch. You tried to get him to stop but only found yourself out of breath.

“Mishka! You will break it,” you caught him mid-leap and swung him down onto his feet, “why don’t we play a game?”

“Oooh, hide and seek!” he chimed.

“I don’t know, that might not--”

“Please, papa hates that game but it’s so fun,” he clapped, “please, mama.”

“It is fun when you can only hide in the broom closet. You will get lost in here.”

“Promise, mama, I will not go far, please?”

You sniffed and stared into his hopeful eyes, James’ eyes. “You stay on this floor and do not go past the stairs, understood?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he squealed, “now mama, you have to close your eyes. No peeking.”

“I know how this game works,” you sat and covered your face with your hands, “thirty seconds, mishka.”

“Thirty?” he whined.

“Twenty-nine, twenty-eight…”

You heard his feet stamp away and you smiled, counting louder with each number. When you reached one you got up and went to the hall. You looked up and down for any telltale sign of him. Nothing was different.

You went to the kitchen and searched all the cupboards and the pantry. He wasn’t in there. As you checked the closets and still did not find him, you felt the panic rising in your throat. Your heart hammered as you ran around the stairs, he hadn’t listened!

You heard a voice, a high pitch you knew well. The front door was open just a crack and you ripped it open as you followed Luka’s sing-song. He sang a Russian tune you taught him as he was carried on the back of a dark-haired man. You ran across the porch and past the armored car in the lot.

You tore Luka from the stranger’s back and both cried out in surprise. You put your son down as the man turned to you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and punched him as hard as you could, just as James taught you. You heard the crack of his nose as you pulled back again.

“You take my son!” you snarled as he put his arm up to block your next strike and your hand gleaned off his chin, “my son! I will kill you.”

“Mama, mama,” you felt Luka tugging at your pants.

“Go inside, Luka,” you barked ready to strangle the man.

“He’s wasn’t taking me, mama, we were playing,” Luka begged, “he’s just a kid, like me.”

You stopped and looked the man in the face. Luka was right, he was sixteen, maybe seventeen, familiar even. You growled and let him go hesitantly. You pulled Luka close to you.

“Who are you?”

“I should ask you the same,” the adolescent stemmed the blood leaking from his nostrils with the heel of his hand and tilted his head back, “you sure pack a punch, lady.”

“Who?” you stepped forward again and he backed away.

“Tony,” he snorted and turned to spit up blood onto the ground, “Tony Stark, Howard’s son.”

“Howard?” you blinked, “oh, I--” you looked down at Luka who looked terrified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I-- let me help you clean up.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled and backed away from you, “I think I can handle this.”

“Mama,” Luka huffed.

“I’m sorry, mishka, I did not know,” you grimaced, “I so very sorry, I really--” you looked at Tony again.

“I’m fine,” he pulled his cuff up to his nose, “really, I shouldn’t have just taken the kid.”

“I couldn’t find him, I was so scared, I--”

“Luka,” James’ voice drew you around. He stood on the porch and descended the steps carefully as he took in the scene, “what’s going on? What are you doing out here?”

“Playing a game,” you said as Tony shook his head.

“What happened to the kid?” James asked as he pointed at the bloodied teen.

“Your wife, that’s what happened,” Tony spat.

“She’s not--

“I thought he was taking Luka,” you interrupted James, “I’m sorry, I--”

“It’s okay,” he took Luka’s hand and pulled the boy close, “you did what I showed you,” he turned to the younger Stark, “you should get that cleaned up or it’ll stay crooked.”

“Uh huh,” Tony dragged his feet through the dirt towards the house, “such a pleasant little family.”

You watched him go and hung your head. You felt awful and held up your shaky hand, your knuckles sore from the assault. Bucky took your hand and looked it over.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I hurt him,” you said, “I hurt a kid.”

“He’s fine,” James assured, “I’ll talk to Stark, it’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, papa, we were playing hide and seek and I didn’t tell mama I was going outside--”

“I told you not to play that game,” James looked down at Luka, “this is why, because you scare us.”

“I’m sorry,” Luka repeated.

“Well, everyone’s safe so…” he rubbed his forehead with his gloved hand as his eyes met yours, “it’s your turn, I’ll keep and eye on Luka.”

“My turn?”

“Upstairs, they’re waiting,” James said and raised his hand as if he would touch your shoulder but instead dropped it, “answer the question but you don’t need to talk about what you don’t want to.”

You nodded and swallowed as you looked past him to the front door. There were no questions they could ask that you didn’t dread.

✰

Howard and Steve sat on the other side of the table. It felt like a real interrogation, like you’d done something wrong. And yet, as you explained your time at Hydra, from employee to experiment, neither seemed to flinch, they listened and took notes but did not show the horror you felt.

“Do you know what they were doing to your son the day of your escape?” Stark asked.

“No, I was… sedated for much of it, they took him from me and--” you shook your head, “I was so angry, I never been so angry and when I woke I felt invincible and when the doctor came, I would’ve killed him, I think.”

“And I know it’s probably a moot question but you don’t know what they were giving you? The capsules, the drip?”

“I never seen the charts,” you shrugged and looked down. 

Your hands were trembling and you were overwhelmed. It was the first time you said any of it aloud and once you started, it streamed out like a river. Now that it was all out, the emotions began to flow too.

Then the realisation and the fear. It was, easy even for you, to guess what Hydra intended for your son. He was to be like his father, more efficient than his father. You lifted your head, terrified, and glanced between the men furtively.

“My son is not a weapon,” you said, “know that and do not make him one.”

“That is not our intent,” Steve assured softly, “that is not the type of weapon we use. That’s why we’re here, away from SHIELD, away from Hydra, we can’t let this happen to anyone else but given what we know, this experiment wasn’t just shelved. There are others out there and we need to get to them before another Winter Soldier appears.”

“But how… me and James hide for so long,” you said, “we cannot possibly know--”

Steve’s throat constricted and he looked at Howard. They weren’t telling you something.

“What you have told us today is all we need from you,” Stark said evenly, “It is a start for us to uncover the rest.”

“Uncover?” you blinked and frowned, “what do you mean uncover?”

“You and James have given us locations, details, security procedure,” Stark continued, “with that, we can gain access to the information we do need and find out where they’ve moved their new Soldat operation--”

“No,” you snapped as your chest squeezed, “you would send him back there?”

“We didn’t say--”

“You don’t tell me but you think I am stupid. I know James and I know he feels so bad he would go back to die,” you snarled, “he did nothing wrong. It was not him!”

“But… you, uh, he--” Howard began awkwardly.

“Hydra did that, Hydra made him that monster and he doesn’t not owe you anything. He killed the men who would take my child from me and he kept Luka safe, he is done.”

“Look, Bucky is my best friend and I understand, it wasn’t him, but he did those things, even if it wasn’t his choice and this is what we can do, this is the deal we can offer you. He gets us that intel and you get your safe haven.”

“And if he doesn’t come back?” you stood and slammed your hands on the table, “you would kill him all over again, Steven.”

Steve reeled as if you’d slapped him and Howard raised as brow as he looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“You friend? Really?” your English became more fractured as your rage rose and you hit the table again, this time leaving a dent in the metal, “you no friend to know what you send him back to. They not kill him, not his body, and they torture his mind.”

“Please, ma’am,” Howard said calmly, “it was his idea--”

“I don’t care, you let him!” you shouted, “You think him evil but I know he not. He save me and he has son. You would let a father die.”

“Just calm--” Steve intoned.

“No, no be calm,” you began to rant in Russian as you turned and stormed to the door.

“Where-- Wait!’ The men stood and followed after you.

“I go James!” you hollered as you strode out into the hall, “he trouble!”