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❝ you can control the light, too ! were your powers also forced upon you early into your young-adulthood ? ❞ — dagger
@lghtforce / unprompted.
her brow raises . since she was young, she had taken to the Sun , yearned for it's warmth . her childhood spent basking in it, never to be harmed even the harshest of days : Her Light left kissed skin where it had touched rather than angry red . her parents had always smiled when they found her sat outside rather than in during the more sweltering days, one's that even her longest devoted could not stand sometimes, & in their prideful gazes she felt warmth . they were Blessed to be beneath Her, & she is Blessed to have been chosen. so she shakes her head firmly, not at the insinuation that she controls the Light, which she does not ( it wields her, a weapon ), but at the idea the phrasing which makes it sound as though it was not wanted .
she above all else has always wanted to be worthy . nobody . . . nothing else matters . ❛ i accepted Her Light when She offered it, ❜ the burn had been agonizing , but she had stayed awake, aware . it could not have been forced if she was present & willing for whatever She had planned . in Her intense heat, leona could think of little else aside from her devotion . it is certainly that which led to her being chosen. ❛ it was a gift. ❜
'too' urges her to inquire, ❛ your's were . . . forced? ❜ it is heretical at all to imply, the words taste bitter & sound skeptical. she is misguided and in need of perspective. leona will give her time, however, to correct herself : sometimes people simply do not know the right words, they misspeak and clarity is lost . there was a time she needed help, too, to adequately describe her dedication.
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For the MC returns fic you wrote, it's absolutely splendid. But I was wondering if I could ask for a part two with the dateables??
AHHH okayokay i'm so sorry this took so long, I have been so busy since school ended among other things, but here it is!!! and thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed part one <3
as always, gn!MC
disclaimer: I'm not that familiar writing the side characters' personalities, this is my first time writing for them, so please bear that in mind if you think they're a bit out of character. Also, I won't be doing a part three with the undateables (as much as I adore thirteen), bc I'm only on lesson 25 of the OG game :')
warnings: fluff!! slight reverse comfort in diavolo's bc if the game won't let him have a small breakdown, then I will, but it's like so minor. he cries a bit. poor baby deserves to let his emotions out a bit. his section got looonnnggg. slight making out in simeon's? nothing explicit, but definitely lots of kissing. blood mention in barbatos' but no gore or violence. he's just coming back from the dungeons bc I love him being just slightly unhinged. barbatos' is probably the most ooc because I had such a hard time trying to write his section, plus it got just a tad suggestive.
and once again, the details of MC's return are unspecified, just because I don't want to think too hard about it right now! did they complete the task and re-forge all 7 pacts again? did they just pop back into the present randomly? who knows? not me!
MC Returning to the Present: Dateables Edition
(aka MC goes back to the future... I missed out on that pun last time hehe)
After waking up in your room, where you rightfully belong in the present timeline, and getting through your teary reunion with the brothers, you were anxious to set out and find your lover.
You couldn't even text him to let him know you were back- with a shattered screen and an apparent dead battery, your D.D.D. had seen better days. The brothers offered to text the others to let them know of your return after they were done dog piling you, but you shook your head.
"I need to go see him now," you said, feeling guilty that you wanted to leave the warmth of their company so soon after finally having your chosen family back. You made a silent promise to them that you'd spend as much one-on-one time with them as they needed after this, but you were desperate to find him and they could tell. They could see on your face that you had been through a lot and just needed the comfort only a partner could provide.
So instead of fighting to keep you there with them a bit longer, they led you to the front hall and let you go find your beloved. You'd be back after all, you told them as much.
Solomon
As soon as you opened the door to run to Purgatory Hall, you walked right into a wall shaped like the sorcerer you were looking for.
"Solomon!" You gasped out, throwing your arms around him tightly.
"MC," he sighed in relief, cradling the back of your head with his hand, other arm around your waist, holding you just as tight. "I was so worried when you were nowhere to be found in the other timeline, I rushed here to see if you were back."
You hid your face in the crook of his neck, and blinked away a tear. "I made it, I don't really know what happened, it's all a blur, but I'm back now."
"You're back, you're okay..." he pulled back a bit to scan over your figure. "You are okay, yes? No injuries? No weird physical space-time abnormalities?"
You laughed a little breathlessly and shook your head. "No, I'm okay, my love."
He smiled fondly at you before glancing behind you, making you aware of your audience. The brothers were glaring daggers at your boyfriend, and you were sure that if Solomon wasn't, well... Solomon, any other human on the receiving end of those looks would perish.
"Guys, don't. He kept me safe when I was trapped back then. He took good care of me when I needed it, I swear."
You raised an eyebrow at them when they didn't immediately stand down, but they untensed after a second and just eyed him wearily.
Solomon smiled sheepishly. "Honestly, MC, you give me too much credit, but yes, I promise I kept them from getting into potentially catastrophically worse situations."
You returned his smile and squeezed his shoulder, tearing up again. "Don't be like that, you did far more for me than you realize..."
He knew you were referring to all the nights he held you in bed as you sobbed over the possibility of never getting back home, comforting you and acting as a distraction. If he weren't there, you honestly don't know what you would have done.
He sighed again, not wanting to get you too worked up right now. You looked like you were about to drop from exhaustion. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand.
"MC, why don't you let me cook for you tonight? A special treat in celebration of our return." The poor guy looked so hopeful that you almost gave in.
Before realizing that you wanted to live to see another day in the present.
"Oh, Solomon, that's very sweet, but you must be exhausted after everything as well! We can just go to Ristorante Six, or get take out..." the determined look in his eyes scared you and you glanced at the brothers for help.
"Nonsense, my love, you didn't let me cook for you once when we were living in Cocytus Hall, let me return the favour." Damn his persistence.
A few of the brothers snickered at that, probably picturing you frantically trying to keep your boyfriend out of the kitchen by any means necessary. It was then that they truly realized how many obstacles you had to overcome. You gave them another pleading look and finally Lucifer took pity on you.
"Actually, Solomon, it's Satan's turn to cook tonight, and we'd prefer to spend the evening with MC, so we insist that you join us for dinner. It'll give us a chance to go over some of the more... pressing details of what happened." His tone left no room for debate, so the sorcerer nodded.
"Oh... well alright, then, thank you for having me." He looked mildly disappointed but it didn't last long after you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
You let out a small sigh and silently thanked Lucifer as you walked further into the house again. You hooked an arm through Solomon's and went to sit with everyone else in the living room, finally feeling at ease for the first time in forever.
Diavolo
The second you were out of the house, you sprinted to the castle.
Normally you would be more courteous on the castle grounds, not wanting to piss off any of the nobles and have them think negatively of the Prince for choosing an ill-mannered human as a partner, but every rule of devildom etiquette left your mind as you ran through the halls.
You smiled at some passing servants as you slowed to catch your breath, wondering where he would be at this time of day. Finally you caught the eye of a servant you had gotten to know quite well during your visits and you visibly lit up as she greeted you.
"Hello, MC, it's lovely to see you again," she curtsied and you smiled kindly at her, insisting she didn't have to. She didn't seem shocked to see you, so you assumed everyone had tried to keep your disappearance a secret.
"Hello, it's lovely to see you, too... you wouldn't happen to know where the prince is, would you?"
She hummed and thought about it for a moment. "I believe I saw his personal butler bringing tea to his office not long ago... perhaps he's still there? He's been working in there far longer than he normally would, lately."
Your heart clenched at that, and you thanked her before running in the direction of his office.
You tried the knob, but it was locked, so you knocked frantically. It took a few moments, but finally it opened and there stood Diavolo. He had a welcome expression on his face, but you could immediately tell it wasn't genuine.
Until he realized it was you, that is.
All the pent up exhaustion you could see on his face melted away and he pulled you to him immediately. "You're back."
You closed the door with a gentle kick behind you as he dragged you further into the room. He lifted you up so that you were sitting on the edge of his desk, him in between your legs. His arms tightened around your waist before his hands trailed up to your shoulders, slid up your neck and finally rested on your cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours and let out a long, shaky, relieved sigh. Like the weight on his shoulders had just been lifted.
You let your own hands tangle in his hair and closed your eyes. "I'm back."
As you held him close, you started to feel him tremble slightly. You opened your eyes in panic, and your heart broke at the sight in front of you.
The future king of the devildom was doing his absolute best to hold back his tears, clinging to your shirt, his breathing unsteady. All because of you.
Your grip in his hair turned softer and you pressed your nose against his cheek, nuzzling into him. "It's okay, my love, I'm here. You don't have to hide from me, you can let it out," you whispered softly.
He listened to your words and immediately sank into your arms further, letting out a strangled sob. The tears that dropped from his face dampened your clothes but you didn't care at all. "Let it out, I'm here now."
You continued to soothe and shush him, all the while caressing his hair and kissing wherever you could reach. You knew Diavolo felt as though he had to remain strong all of the time, and honestly if you were in his position you'd probably feel the same. But since you started dating, you had been trying your best to let him know that he didn't have to be that way around you. He could let his walls down with you and never have to worry about being thought of as less.
A knock at the door made him tense up again and you looked at him in reassurance, silently letting him know you'd take care of it. He straightened up slightly, back still turned to the door, and nodded at you. "Come in," you called out.
You peeked over his shoulder and were pleasantly surprised (though you probably shouldn't have been) to see Barbatos standing there, composed as ever. When the butler saw your head sprouting from behind Diavolo's his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal.
"Hello, MC, welcome back."
You waved. "Hi Barbatos! I missed you."
He chuckled. "I must admit I missed you too. Young master, shall I prepare your room with fresh night clothes for MC as well? It's quite late."
You glanced at him and while he had dried his tears, his eyes were still rimmed with red and his nose was running. So he just nodded and said "Yes, thank you Barbatos. Could you possibly run us a bath, please?"
"Yes, my lord." He nodded at you once more with a knowing smile and closed the door behind him.
You looked back to your boyfriend and smiled. You gently kissed him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders again. "My love, I'm so happy to be back. I missed you more than anything."
He managed a smile and helped you down from his desk. "I was so worried about you, MC, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come back."
You squeezed his hand tightly as he lead you out of the office and down the hall that lead to his personal wing of the castle. "Well you don't have to think about that anymore."
He nodded and for the first time you've seen that night, and most likely in general since you've been gone, a genuine smile took over his face and his usual playfulness returned. "Will you spend the weekend here with me, MC?"
You nodded. "Of course, I was going to ask you if I could, anyway... oh! Diavolo..." you sheepishly looked at him and pulled out your D.D.D.. "Do you think we could get me a new one sometime this weekend?"
He laughed. "Of course, my dear. Is there anything else you need? Anything at all, just say the word."
"No," you started, opening the door to his room and flopping onto his bed. "Just you."
His smile turned soft and his eyes were filled with love. "That can surely be arranged."
Simeon
You knocked desperately on the front door of Purgatory Hall, hoping to see your boyfriend's face. All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms right about now.
Soon enough, you heard faint footsteps from behind the door and the sound of a lock unlatching. The door opened a crack and you looked down to see a certain blonde boy's wide eyes. Your own eyes widened in surprise, as you weren't expecting Luke to be up at this hour.
"MC?!" He exclaimed, opening the door wider and throwing himself at you for a hug.
You laughed a little and kneeled down to hug him properly. "Luke! I've missed you."
You both walked further into the entry hall and he refused to let go of you after the door closed. "We were so worried about you, MC! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?"
You patted him on the head. "I'm okay, buddy, promise. I'm glad to be back in our time."
Another pair of footsteps was heard as you and Luke had your little reunion. Your heart raced in excitement, recognizing the pattern of the footfall.
"Luke? Who was at the-"
You smiled as his words cut off and he stared at you, frozen and clearly shocked by your arrival. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "Hi, Simeon."
Your voice brought him out of his trance.
He rushed to you and held you close. Everything about your boyfriend was gentle- his tone, his smile, his disposition... his touch normally was, too, but in this moment he held you tighter than he ever had before.
And you clung to him just as tight.
He pulled away after a minute, just taking you in- making sure you were real. His eyes turned glassy as he fought back tears. "MC... you're here. You're okay."
You nodded and felt your own eyes well up a little. "I'm okay, Simeon. I'm even better now that I'm here."
He took a shaky breath and composed himself, nodding once and turning to Luke, who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Simeon, let's bring them to the parlor. We have so much to catch up on. We could watch a movie- oh! We could do some late night baking..."
The two of you shared a longing look as he rambled on about all the things you could do that night. There was a silent understanding between the two of you that you wanted some alone time, so he gave you a sly smile before addressing the boy.
"I know you're not going to like what I have to say, Luke, but it's getting late."
The angel frowned immediately and crossed his arms. "But Simeon, I want to spend time with MC!"
"I know, but you were already about to go to bed before answering the door. It's best to stay on schedule so you don't ruin your sleep cycle."
"But how is this any different than when you let me stay up late during our sleepovers?"
"Well..." he had a point. "I'm sure that MC is tired right now from their trip back. Time travel must be very draining, you know."
You stifled a laugh as Simeon grasped at straws to get more alone time with you and decided to help him out when he shot you a pleading look.
"Luke, how about we wake up early tomorrow and make breakfast together? Simeon's right, I'm exhausted and I want to be wide awake when we hang out. Does that sound okay? I'll spend the night and you can wake me up as soon as you wake up."
This seemed to satisfy him and he nodded, before hugging you one last time and running up to his room with a quick "Goodnight!"
You both waited for the sound of his door closing before his lips were on yours. You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was soft and needy and longing. Exactly what the two of you needed. Your hands tugged at his hair and his hands roamed from your waist to your hips. His touch was back to being gentle.
You stayed like that for a bit, one hand trailing down to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.
When he pulled away after a while, a little breathless, he tugged you to his bedroom and let you rummage around through the drawer of your clothes he let you have for whenever you stayed the night.
When you were both changed and laying under his covers, cuddled up as close as possible, he kissed your temple. "I missed you so much, MC..." he whispered. "I was terrified that you would be harmed."
You turned on your side to face him properly. "I'm okay, Simeon. I just missed you a lot. You were there, you know... and you were almost the same. It was so hard for me to hold back from acting how I normally would with you..." you traced a finger along the bridge of his nose and then over his cheekbones. "I had to remember that it wasn't a version of you that knows me like you do. You were so close but so far."
He caressed your cheek with his knuckles and gazed at you with a loving smile. "Well I'm here, and it's me. I'm all yours, MC. You're okay."
If he was being honest, he felt like he could breathe again. Being away from you, knowing where- when- you were and not being able to help in any way was torture. Having you back safe and sound was the biggest blessing he could ever receive.
You leaned up to kiss him again and then rested your forehead against the crook of his neck. "I love you, Simeon."
"I love you too, MC. I'm so glad you're back."
Barbatos
Once you entered the castle, you immediately asked around to find out if anyone had seen him. The first few servants had no clue, but welcomed you back to the castle with a smile. It wasn't until the fifth servant you had run into that you got an idea of where he might be.
"I believe I saw him heading down to the dungeon about an hour ago. He's been spending a lot of time there lately- when he's not tending to the prince, of course. If you wait there, he should be about done with his... ah... appointment," he said.
"Thank you!" And then you were dashing to the top of the stairs leading to the dungeon. Just as you were about to descend the staircase, a familiar figure was ascending.
You both froze and stared at each other for a good few seconds, taking in the fact that he was in his demon form, covered in blood and carrying a bag. This certainly wasn't the reunion either of you were expecting.
However that didn't matter, because as you were too excited to finally have him back, you jumped into his arms, not caring about any blood on your already trashed clothes.
"Barbatos, I've missed you so much," you sighed in the crook of his neck.
He finally seemed to register was was happening and dropped the bag, wrapping his arms around you. His tail curled around your leg as well, a seemingly unconscious act. "MC... I've missed you, too." He said, slightly breathless. It wasn't often that anyone could catch him off guard, so you smiled slightly at your achievement.
Once he regained his composure, he immediately pulled back and looked you over for any injuries he could attend to. "Are you alright, my dear? Are you hurt? When did you get back?"
You cupped his cheeks and smiled up at him. "I'm alright. I got back about an hour ago, I just woke up in my room. I wanted to see you right away after I got done with the brothers," you said, and then ran a thumb under his eye.
"I'm happy you're back." He said, bringing up the hand with the less soiled glove to rest over your own. "I feel much more at ease now that you're here."
He'd never tell you how much of an understatement that was. He felt like everything was right again. His heart had been pounding in his chest ever since you made eye contact. He'd never tell you, but he was sure that you knew.
You smiled at him teasingly. "Have you been taking your nerves out on the prisoners? Is that why you're covered in blood?"
He chuckled. "It might be. Would that be so wrong? It's an effective way to relieve stress."
You snorted as he uncoiled his tail from your leg and brought your hands down to swing in between you both as you walked. "That's fair... Barbatos, would it be too much to ask if I could stay with you tonight?"
He squeezed your hand slightly. "Not at all, I was going to insist upon it. I still have things I must tend to tonight, but I need to clean myself off first. And while I'm at it, I will get you some new clothes. Then you should see the young master to let him know you're back."
You nodded at him and clung to his arm. One thing that hadn't changed from back then was how to the point and blunt he was. It was admirable, really. He smiled a bit as you walked, feeling perfectly content for the first time in a while.
Once you were both cleaned up and dressed in fresh clothing, you headed to Diavolo's office. You weren't nearly as nervous to see him as you were your boyfriend, but nerves still bubbled in your stomach. He was a close friend, after all.
Barbatos knocked and entered, signaling for you to wait a moment. You could hear muffled speech from the other side of the door before it opened again and he ushered you in.
Diavolo's eyes lit up. "MC, welcome back! You must be so glad to be home safe. I hope you're able to rest well tonight. We'll call a meeting tomorrow with everyone so you and Solomon can explain everything in detail. For now I expect you to take it easy for tonight."
You grinned at him. "Thank you, Diavolo. I'm happy to be back." You looked at Barbatos briefly to address him in a softer tone. "Should I wait in your room or the parlor?"
He was about to respond before Diavolo cut in. "Oh, Barbatos, you're dismissed for tonight. I'm just about done here, anyway."
The butler's eyes widened. "My lord?"
"You deserve to spend this time with them, take the night off."
"...Are you sure, my lord?"
He nodded and then looked at you pointedly. It was clear he was conveying along the lines of 'get him out of here, I can't convince him on my own'.
You smiled and bowed your head at him in thanks and gently tugged your boyfriend out of the office. "Come on, my love."
Once you were back in the hallway, he looked at you. "Are you hungry? I could bake for you, it's not too late yet."
You nodded. "That would be great, thank you..." you kissed him on the cheek as you walked, laughing slightly at his still-stunned expression.
Clearly he wasn't expecting much free time tonight, but with one glance at you, he knew exactly how he wanted to spend it. "When we're done in the kitchen, I think we should turn in for the night a bit early..." he leaned in close and brushed his lips against your cheek. "Does that sound alright with you, my love?"
You shuddered and nodded, looking up at him with an expression that matched his own. "That sounds perfect."
He was so happy to have you back.
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I'm so happy to have this done!! it was genuinely so much fun to write... I'm sorry for Barb's section being so... short? and ooc? I had the hardest time figuring out how I wanted to portray him and I think I'm going to have to keep working on it cause I'm not 100% happy with it, but we'll see!
I also dug up some unrealized feelings I have for Diavolo with this fic, cause now I'm like totally head over heels for him.
all in all though, I hope you enjoyed!!
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dream a little dream (of me) - chapter 4
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
With new abilities comes fun- and some new problems.
SLOW MOVING BUT WE'RE GETTING THERE FOLKS- have a healthy dose of both plot and angst bc I have no self control hehehe
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Tags: Dream Sex; Dreamsharing; Vaginal Sex; Rough Sex; Light Bondage; Dreamwalking; Clone Sex; Threesome - F/M/M; Tentacles; Overstimulation; Angst
Comments and feedback are always loved and appreciated thank u and enjoy 🫶
In the weeks following Alastor ripping his stitches open, you are careful to avoid his dreams- and his bed- so that he can properly recover this time. After his wound heals, when Alastor starts stepping out for errands away from the Hotel again, you start practicing your newfound abilities.
You nap in your own room at times when Husk is off duty and start small- knocking over bottles on the shelf while he speaks with Angel or Charlie in his dreams. Loosening his bowtie so he has to fix it when it starts dangling off his throat. Replacing the alcohol in his glass with various juices and other liquids- and okay, maybe replacing all of the vodka with water was a step too far, since that’s what eventually made Husk start looking around the lobby in suspicion in his dreams. You just hovered on the outer edges of his consciousness, hidden in the shadows of the lobby and watching, messing with things a bit.
Niffty was next, and under any other circumstances you would have felt bad about conjuring a wave of roaches from the closet she was about to open; the little cyclops had a blast though, pulling out her tiny dagger and stabbing away as she was carted off down the hallway, giggling maniacally. It was during this dream that you realized you could vanish, blend into the background of the dreamscape as easily as Alastor shifted into shadows. Niffty had no clue you were there as she rode the wave of bugs into consciousness.
There was only so much that you could really test without the person knowing about it- you didn’t want to try your luck with Vaggie or Charlie without knowing the extent of your abilities, so you finally cave and ask Alastor for permission to enter his dreams to practice some things; simple conjuring, your disappearing act, just generally testing how much control you really had. He also offered up use of his pocket dimension to test the range of your power, which was the first thing that you did together.
Technically with this knowledge you could have figured out a room in the hotel that would prevent you from being close to anyone as you slept. But who wants to climb those extra sets of steps? Better to just stay in Alastor’s room, you figured.
So here you were, in Alastor’s dream version of the bayou, a clearing in the forest laid before you. “The first thing that we should consider,” he tells you, “is that you may not be the only person with powers such as you have. If this is the case, it’s pertinent that both of us learn to distinguish between what is created by the dreamer’s own mind, and what is conjured with your powers. Duplicate this,” he demands, and when he holds out his hand he has a book that he transfers to you before turning around. You concentrate on it, manifesting an identical copy in your opposite hand. Last second, you swap the hand that holds each book before Alastor turns around and takes them back.
He inspects them closely before he gives you back the one that you had created. “It’s very subtle,” he says with a hum, “but if you look and feel closely you can find the differences. Whether that is a matter of your current lack of experience or a side effect of your powers we’ll have to determine.” You run your hands over both of them, actually inspecting rather than just holding them, and can’t find anything different between them. When you tell Alastor this, he simply provides something else for you to duplicate; a silk robe.
This time when you create yours, you take a moment to feel beyond what is in your hand and you think you know what he’s talking about; there’s something a little less corporeal about it even though it’s solid in your hands, the edges almost a little fuzzy if you look too closely. You focus a little harder to see if you can fix that and the lines of the robe sharpen. Satisfied, you have Alastor turn around again, and this time he looks pleasantly surprised.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re a quick study.” You repeat the exercise a couple more times, the items increasing in size from a radio to a log, finally stumping Alastor with a duplicated taxidermy raccoon- you bring them both to life, and they scamper about between Alastor’s legs before running off into the bayou, evidently vanishing with a snap of his fingers and then yours.
“Excellent,” Alastor commends you, and you glow with the praise, facing away from him still from having turned to watch the raccoons. “We both can tell how to tell your items from those created by the dreamer- now we’ll see if there’s any distinct difference between the dreamer themselves and, say, a duplicate created as a distraction.”
Your inquiry as to what he means is answered when you turn around to face him, and instead of one Alastor there are two.
The pulse of heat in your core at being caught in two of those predatory gazes was distracting, but you could put it aside. “Got it. So am I trying to figure this out just visually?”
The Radio Demons speak in unison, twin smiles in place. “You may touch, if you think that will help.”
You let out a nervous breath and approach, reaching out to the one on the left and trailing your fingers down his arm, focusing hard. You repeat the action on the demon to the right, and you can tell immediately that this one is the clone- its different from when you created duplicates, but there’s still something that almost tingles under your fingers when you touch it that gives it away, where the real Alastor hadn’t given off a similar sensation. Just to be sure, you run your hand over the expanse of its shoulders, noticing the way that the demon beside you stiffens ever so slightly, eyes narrowing and smile going tense at the way you’re touching it.
An idea clicks into your head- wicked, devious, something that Alastor would surely disapprove of. But with such an opportunity presented, how could you deny the whim?
You stand in Alastor’s space, much closer than you would normally allow yourself, and crane up on your tiptoes to get in his face. “This is the decoy,” you say confidently, and the one that stands behind you speaks instead of the true version.
“What makes you so sure?” Even the voice is ever so slightly off, a tint to the tone of the voice that you only pick up on because you’re listening so closely. “Choose your words carefully, dear, lest you insult me.”
You shrug, tone nonchalant. “There’s just something about this one,” you say towards the real Alastor, stepping back and circling around him, letting your fingers trail along his coat sleeve. “It doesn’t feel quite as… real as you do.” You turn to face the duplicate, startling a bit when it’s closer than you anticipated. “I think I’ve had enough practice touching you in your dreams to know the real thing.”
“Is that so?” Alastor murmurs behind you, and it takes everything in you not to turn at the sound, lean back into him. “Well then, perhaps you’d care to make a little wager?”
“Maybe.” You feel your shoulders stiffen when he presses against you from behind, chest against the expanse of your back and hands settling on your waist. “What do you have in mind?”
Clone Alastor brings its hands up to cup your face. “If you stay convinced that I am the real Alastor,” it whispers, face coming to one side to whisper tenderly in your ear, “then you win. Your reward can be whatever you would like.”
“However! If I manage to break your conviction and change your mind,” Alastor says from the other side. “I win. And if I win, my reward is that you allow me to experiment and test your abilities- both within and outside a dream- to my heart’s content.”
“Hmm.” You could always just lie, you supposed- what way would Alastor have of knowing that you were telling the truth? He couldn’t tell now- this would be an easy win for you. And maybe getting to see Alastor get a little jealous would be a nice bonus. “I accept. I’m pretty convinced though.” Just to really sell the point, you press your hands against the chest of the clone, run them over the fabric, tilt your head up to look into its eyes.
Alastor huffs behind you. “Very well. Perhaps you require a reenactment of the things we’ve done in dreams thus far- just to be sure? Make sure that you really recognize the touch.” His hands come up from your waist to cup your breasts, shirt vanishing at the contact and his thumbs brushing softly over your nipples. Your breath leaves you in a shaky exhale, the duplicate stepping ever closer and bringing its lips down to meet yours.
There’s an underlying current of static to the kiss, something that doesn’t happen when you kiss Alastor. It’s not unpleasant, and you moan into it, playing it up just a tad for the benefit of the demon that stands behind you, letting a soft tremble take over your body that wasn’t entirely for show.
“What do you think, darling?” Alastor drags his tongue up the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your jawline. “Still convinced?” He sucks on the soft skin, almost too hard before pulling back with a kiss to the tender spot. His nimble fingers pluck at the sensitive peaks of your breasts, chest pressing further into the front of the duplicate who licks into your mouth with intent, biting gently at your lips.
“Perhaps you need a bit more to really cement your resolve,” it says into the kiss, bending to nuzzle at your neck on the opposite side from Alastor. “It would be unfair to expect you to guess without all of the same experiences.”
Despite the sensations of pleasure taking over your body, you still find the energy to snark at him, “not guessing. I know.” And twist your fingers into the soft (but not as soft) locks of the clone’s hair, dragging it closer to your skin and grinding your hips against his and the growing erection that you find there.
Snaps sound in unison and their clothes disappear to wherever yours had gone, and a hot length of hardness presses against you from either side- Alastor against the plush curve of your ass and his clone against your pelvis and hip. “By the time I’ve finished,” they say, the static that hisses between them by your head making you dizzy with arousal, “you won’t know anything but my name.”
There are hands sliding down your body then, Alastor slipping a finger into your wetness while his clone thumbs at your clit, both of them gently rutting against your soft skin. You let your head drop back onto Alastor’s shoulder, and the menacing grin that you find on his face forces a shaky exhale from your mouth. “S-seems like a lot of work to change my mind,” you murmur, and he steals your mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Nothing with you is ever work, darling,” he whispers when he pulls back, another finger added to your slick cunt, his fingers crooking against the soft bunch of nerves and making you gasp and arch. The clone drops his head from your shoulder trail nips and kisses down your chest, his tongue circling a nipple and sucking lightly. “I think of it more like an investment in my personal entertainment- and pleasure.”
You feel the way you clamp down on his fingers at that, and the clone scrapes his teeth against your sensitive breast- you whimper, reaching down to pull its face up so you can meet his mouth as well. When Alastor growls behind you, you ask, “what? Equal screen time is only fair.”
His smile turns treacherous. “You’ll want to keep that in mind, dear- I plan to hold you to it.”
With that his fingers leave you, arousal dripping to the forest floor as his hands come to your shoulders and pull, the same moment that the clone grips your legs and lifts, automatically wrapping them around your waist so you don’t fall. You’re left in the position of some kind of odd bridge between them, left staring up at the stars through the canopy of the trees in the bayou, the questioning of it dying on your lips when the thick cock of the clone pushes into you- slowly, relentlessly, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you with his claws digging into the flesh of your hips.
If you hadn’t already been aware that the demon behind you was the real one, the way he hisses through his teeth would have given him away- Alastor can feel it, you know he can, the tight grip of your walls clenching down on the clone’s length somehow happening in duplicate on him, his hands tightening their hold on your upper body where you lean into his chest. And this, at least, doesn’t feel too different from the real thing; the second Radio Demon fills you perfectly, hips pressed flush to yours before pulling back and bucking forward again, a shock of pleasure that ripples through your body and forces a cry from your lips. The angle of the way they’re holding you pushes him right against the sweet spot inside.
When a couple of claw tipped fingers come down to press against your clit in soft circles you’re done for, the strength of your orgasm causing you to whimper and drop your head back against Alastor’s chest, body tensing and shaking as the clone rides out the waves of it. You wait for his release but it doesn’t come- no flood of heat inside of you or spilling onto your exposed skin. Your eyes open, watching the clone through blurry eyes and trying to raise your head up.
Your body is shifting then, shadows emerging from both demons to effectively flip you in the opposite direction, clinging to the duplicate’s chest now as Alastor presses his erection against you again, a couple tendrils of darkness wrapped securely around your waist and legs to support you from below. “What-”
“It’s not a fair game if we don’t both get a turn,” says the Alastor in front of you, grin dangerous as he whispers against your forehead, and you’re being entered again, faster this time since you’re already slick and open and ready for him. The force of it punches the air out of your lungs, exhaling wetly into the chest of the dream manifestation before you.
Claws dig into you, sinfully delicious little marks that you know will appear on your body when you awaken. “Or two turns,” comes Alastor’s staticky voice behind you- or, maybe in front of you? With your eyes clenched shut and your focus so completely on the pleasure being wrung from your body, you can’t quite tell where it’s coming from, which one of them is speaking. You had thought there was a difference in the way they sounded but-
“Maybe three.”
“Four, even. Equal screen time and all that, like you said. Until we’ve had our fill and you’re absolutely certain which of us is which.” This is accompanied by a sharp thrust of Alastor’s hips, the slapping sound of skin overwhelming in the relative quiet of the bayou. It’s loud and lewd and arousing as anything as he fucks into you, your cunt clamping down with a fierce single-mindedness to keep him inside of you, even as the wetness it creates eases the slide out and back into your body.
“What do you think, dearest?” You can’t even tell which one is speaking any longer, your mouth lolled open against the bare chest of the clone who sweeps a comforting hand over your hair as the real deal fucks you into a cock drunk stupor. “You’re still sure which of us is the duplicate?”
“Y-yes,” you manage, but only because you know that when you started the dream version of Alastor was in front of you. You dig your fingers into his neck and moan, high and unashamed, and feel claws pierce the skin of your hips, a rumbling growl tearing itself from Alastor’s chest. “I- I would know the real thing anywhere- this,” you say, with a forceful, intentional clench around him, knowing you’ll regret this when you wake and all of the aches and bruises appear on your real life body, “is a p-poor imitation .”
He snarls, and you see the shadows of his antlers grow in your peripheral vision. “This poor imitation is going to make you cum, sweetheart, how does that sound?”
“Like a challenge.”
His laugh is dark, one of the shadows coming up from below you to push and grind hard against your clit above where you’re speared on his length. “Th-that’s cheating!” You cry out; the feeling is intense, almost too soon after your last orgasm, pleasure that teeters on the edge of painful . The clone holds you tighter against his chest, soothing touches to your back and head as you’re made to take the cock inside of you and the tentacle thing that plays you with a mindless conviction. “Oh, God, fuck -”
“You forget that I play to win,” he says simply, his speed increasing, and another tendril of shadow slips into you alongside his cock, narrow and squirming in a different rhythm. “The method matters little if the end result is what I want.”
You choke a little when this orgasm hits you, vision darkening on the edges as your body seizes in his grasp, jerking uncontrollably as the force of it slams into you. Again, there’s no spilling of warmth inside your pussy, Alastor’s release once again postponed for whatever reason.
They pass you back and forth like this for a couple more rounds, each time growing more fervent and rough in their handling of your body while they are inside you, only to brush your hair back from your face and whisper sweet, filthy words into your ear while you cling to their arms and your sanity. Your body is drenched in sweat, inner thighs coated in the evidence of your arousal and orgasms- limbs trembling with the effort to keep your head up and your eyes open. You can’t tell them apart by touch anymore, a hand on your body at any given time as they switch your position and pass you between each other, your mind completely gone as you cum another time, body twitching with the pair of them holding you through it.
Immediately after, you lose the comforting presence on either end of your body when both of them step away from you, another couple of tentacles wrapping around you to keep you still as you pant and shake, body weak and trembling. “Alastor?” They’ve both slipped into the shadows, a whirl of noise in the space around you, and when you open your eyes they’re rematerializing- and fuck, you’re already so overly stimulated that you can’t tell them apart by sight alone either, vision still blurry from the power of your last release. The shadows make a sort of shelf beneath you, allowing you to drop your head back into the gentle embrace of something soft and billowy.
They speak in unison now as they approach. “Final determination now, darling,” they say, a hand on either hip. “Which of us is the real thing?”
The wager is the last thing on your mind as you turn towards him, desperate for the more solid connection that the real Radio Demon provides in the dream scene. “Alastor,” you whine, reaching for him, digging your nails into what you can reach if his arm. “Please-“
His smile is devious when the duplicate disappears with a puff of smoke and he slots himself between your legs, pushing forward with a sharp snap that has you keening, head falling back as his claws push into the plush flesh of your hips. “It would appear,” he murmurs, “that you’ve lost the wager, dearest- you’ve changed your mind.”
“Don’t care,” you cry out, grip ironclad where you hold him, spare hand coming up to hold his shoulder like a vice. “Please, Alastor, I’m- I can’t go again, please.” Your body is aching and sore, muscles trembling from how many times they’ve tensed and released and shuddered through an orgasm at his hands. You don’t think that you can do it again; it might honestly shove you from the realm of the dream with how overwhelmed you are.
“Darling, darling,” he whispers, drawing his hips back and pushing forward in a steady rhythm, letting his hands run over your hands wherever he can reach and letting a tentacle reach up to rub at your sensitive clit. “You’ve got one more for me, I’m sure of it. Cum for me one more time, sweetness- let me feel you after taking us both and show you much better the real thing is when I flood your cunt with my release.”
Your stomach swoops with sharp arousal- you’ll never get enough of him talking like that, all traces of the prim and proper Radio Demon gone when he’s desperate to orgasm, buried inside your cunt with no radio filter and no thoughts in that lovely head but to drag you over the edge with him. An edge that, currently, is far too close and threatening to destroy you. “Al- Alastor, please, I can’t,” even as the tension pulls ever tighter, the tentacle at the apex of your thighs unrelenting in its focus, legs shaking uncontrollably where Alastor has wrapped them around his waist, his own steady rhythm stuttering.
“With me, sweetheart,” he says, and the words are tinted like a plea, like he needs it. “Cum with me-” He bends down over you, tongue sliding against yours in your mouth before he turns, teeth sinking into your neck as he spends himself with a muffled groan against your skin, pulses of wet warmth inside of you that have you crying out into the silence of the bayou when your own orgasm tears through you.
You’re shattering- splintering into fractals of consciousness as you’re torn from the space of the dream.
You don’t immediately wake though- pleasure jolts through you with the force of an arc flash but somehow you’re still asleep, flashes of something zipping by you as your- spirit? Soul? Whatever you currently were, you were catching glimpses along your peripheral vision as you moved; scenes of Alastor’s dreams, moments of his life, his face non-smiling and dark, covered in blood, a bullet hole between his eyes, and there was his mother again, as she had been in the first dream you had seen her.
You feel like taffy, being stretched and compressed hundreds of times over the span of what couldn’t be more than a few moments. You don’t think these are things that Alastor is currently seeing or dreaming about, which means that somehow you’ve gone further into his consciousness than his dreams- you might even be in his subconscious, you think, as you see snippets of a memory with Husker, eyes angry and hurt; Niffty, dirty and bloodstained as Alastor offers her a hand; yourself, the way that he had seen you in the dream with his mother, eyes wide and frightened when you had stepped on the stick that gave your position away.
And then there’s more of you, moments that he had apparently been observing you when you weren’t aware. It’s from his own point of view, eyes dropping down to your hand where it rests on Angel’s forearm at the bar, tracing the line of your arm where it’s draped affectionately over Charlie’s shoulder. He’s watched you everywhere, scenes of yourself in front of the fireplace in his room, curled up on a lobby couch, sitting in the main office with plans for guest events laid out before you, an irritated crease in your brow. You see yourself sleeping in the bed in his room where he had apparently stood over you, a clawed finger reaching out to brush your hair back from your face; there’s a rumbling of speech that you can’t make out as he says something and you stir in your sleep, face going slack with a small smile taking over your features.
The scene fades, and the sharp pleasure of your explosive orgasm returns with force, your eyes opening in reality with a choked off cry as your body trembles with the aftershocks of it, hand digging into Alastor’s arm where he lays next to you. The overwhelming feeling fades finally, and your muscles go slack against the mattress, finally turning to look at him.
His eyebrows are creased in concentration, smile still present but a bit strained. “Where were you?” He asks softly, and when you cock your head a bit he clarifies- “I was awake. But you were… elsewhere, it would seem.”
You don’t think he’ll appreciate you being in his mind like you were, but you don’t have many other options as far as figuring out what the fuck that was. “I think I was… in your head? Like your thoughts and memories. Sorry,” you add as an afterthought. “I didn’t mean to- I’m still learning, I don’t really understand what happened-”
“You were in my mind despite my being awake?” Alastor doesn’t look upset at the revelation- rather, he looks intrigued. “It seems that your power is changing- how entertaining!” He jumps up from the bed, the clothes he had fallen asleep in rumpled and wrinkled. He doesn’t seem to care as he starts pacing around the bed. “This is all speculation of course, but it would seem to me that the excessive stimulation in my dream has caused another bond to form with your powers- no longer just between your physical and dream forms, but between your powers and the real world. Fascinating!” His grin is wide, manic when he looks back at you. “And what perfect timing, now that I’ve won a wager that allows me all sorts of rights to experimentation with your powers and abilities. We’re going to have such fun with this, darling-” He continues to ramble and you watch him pace as he does, one turn allowing something to catch your eye.
A bruise on Alastor’s collarbone- where you had held him in the dream, your thumb digging into the skin that covered the bone, apparently hard enough to leave a mark. None of the marks you had left on him in the past had ever manifested like this in the real world; his theory about the links between your dream self and reality seeming more plausible, if you could inflict something physical on him from a dream.
Might as well tell him now. “Alastor,” you interrupt him, and rise from the bed to stand before him, brushing your thumb over the discolored flesh. “Look-”
His eyes go dark, dials flickering when he grins down at you. “Another mystery to experiment with,” he says. “We’ll have to determine if the ability to leave physical alterations is limited to just myself- since you spend the most time in my dreams, I would presume your powers have developed a sort of bond to my mind- or if you could do this to others.”
Your hands freeze on his chest. “What do you mean, ‘others?’ I don’t- I’m not doing anything like this with anyone else.”
“No need to worry, dearest, I didn’t mean the more intimate aspects! I merely meant markings in general- say, if you were to cut someone with your claws, or take a bite from them. Would that manifest in the real world?” His antlers expand, green stitches appearing at the edges of his smile. “Imagine the ease of being able to kill someone in a dream without ever having to be in the room! Oh, the possibilities are thrilling-”
“I’m not doing that.” You let your touch fall from his skin, taking a step back at the clear delight on his face in thinking about you killing someone. “That’s… that’s not what I’m here for, Alastor, I don’t want to use my power like that.”
“You would rather waste your potential? Regardless, we had a wager, my dear, one that you lost- it was made in a dream but it’s still binding. For the sake of experimenting you’ll do whatever I ask of you; that was the condition, was it not?” Something green glows in his hands- not a chain like you had seen on others with a legitimate soul deal, but something like a rope, a leash. He tugs on it gently, enough to make you lose your balance and stumble forward where it pulls at your wrist.
This was the Alastor you had seen in the first dreams of his- ruthless, bloodthirsty, angry. Gone was the softer version of him that you had come accustomed to, the one you had glimpsed in the dream with his mother, in the memories you had seen. You needed to get away-
No sooner had the thought come than there was a blast of light from your palms, startling Alastor into releasing the cord that tied you to him. Your steps falter backwards and put space between the two of you, no time to think about what had just happened; the hurt look in Alastor’s eyes is the last thing that you see before you turn and bolt from the room.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54459367/chapters/142955671
#alastor x reader#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#hazbin hotel#alastor#alastor the radio demon#hazbin alastor#simp shit <3#x reader#DREAM DEMON#asldfkjasldkf I love this story so much#having a great time
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Yeeees! Your aemond fics always respark my love for him
i haven’t posted a sneak peek in so long this is so exciting 🤭 to celebrate season two approaching…
sneak peak for judas part four
The guards hold the doors open for them and announce their presence as the couple enters the room. The first thing Y/N sees is her mother and father standing together. Then, it’s her half-brothers sitting on the couch behind them. And, finally, her youngest brothers, Viserys and Aegon, playing together on the carpet-covered floor.
“My sweet girl,” Rhaenyra says in greeting with a bright smile and holds out her arms.
Aemond, ever the attentive husband contrary to the assumptions from her side of the family, is already reaching to take the babe from her arms to allow her the chance to embrace her mother. A quiet, “Thank you, my love,” is muttered under her breath as she passes their daughter off to him, trying not to ogle him in the presence of her family. Seeing him cradling their small child against the body she knows so intimately never fails to make her stomach flutter.
What she doesn’t notice due to her preoccupation with her mother is that her brothers are staring daggers at Aemond from where they lounge on the couch. As always, he doesn’t miss a thing.
Jacaerys in particular has the more sour expression between the two of them, seeing that he is older and more knowledgeable about the ins and outs of marriage, but it does little to intimidate her husband. Aemond simply stares back with a blank face, daring him to say or do anything to provoke him in the presence of his wife and child.
Next, he turns his attention to Lucerys while Y/N is greeting her parents. The younger of the two is less angry and more frightened. Ever since what happened between them at Driftmark, they’ve never been able to let their guards down around one another. And now that the young boy he maimed has grown into a man, one who rides the largest dragon alive and has bested Criston Cole with a sword, Lucerys has often anticipated retaliation of some sort whenever they meet again.
But he made a vow to his wife. He swore that he would not harm either of her brothers, and it was not something he took lightly. It wasn’t a means to end their argument, it was real. For her, he would leave them be…unless they swung first. In that circumstance, he cannot deny that he would revel in the opportunity to get revenge. His vow to her did not mean that he would befriend her brothers, or that he cares about them. It only means that he cares more for her and their daughter than he does revenge.
Aemond never breaks his eye contact with Lucerys as he stands by in silence. The mischievous glint in his remaining eye seems to say, “I won.” The tiny, shifting weight of the newborn cooing in his arms is proof of that.
Before anything can be said between the two of them, Y/N pulls away from the embrace shared with her parents and turns to him to say sweetly, “Māzigon, valzȳrys. Ivestragī zirȳ rhaenagon zirȳla.” Come, husband. Let them meet her.
ahhh so exciting. rhaenyra and company are back in king’s landing after the birth of her and aemond’s daughter. this is the calm before the storm 👀 one last time where everyone is happy together before all hell breaks loose
#asks#anonymous#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#aemond targaryen smut#house of the dragon#fanfiction
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Home (T.O)
Warning(s); ddlg relationship,Nicknames,the avengers being the sweetest,lowkey angry!thor,daddy kink,lots tooth rotting fluff.
Pairing(s); Daddy!Thor Odinson x Little!Reader
Summary; after not seeing thor for awhile you’re in a hurry and it results in somebody getting in trouble.
A/n; this is so close to my heart but I hope everyone enjoys it. Not proof read
“Really,sweetie you can’t see him yet!” Loki tried to explain while you ran down the hall towards the throne room. Choosing to ignore Loki and only focusing on the sound of Thor’s voice getting closer.
Thor had to go help his earth friends leaving you under the watchful eye of Loki and sif, Loki made the mistake of letting you overhear Sif say he was back. In response you took off towards where you knew he would be your socked feet running as fast as they could.
There was a reason you couldn’t see him,his earth friends came to visit but they had no clue you existed and thor just needed time to explain. The didn’t even believe he’d moved on from Jane but he had,long ago.
The pair of you met in a item shop in his village he saw you and just immediately felt something, his mom said it was true love.
“Darling!” Sif called after you as well to no avail. “Daddy daddy daddy” you repeated as you ran closer to the doors.
“So you just need to understand that I’ve hidden this for a-” Thor was in the middle of explaining when you burst inside “daddy! Daddy!!” You squealing running towards him. “Loki!” He yelled as Loki slid to a stop at the door.
You were already at Thor reaching up at him “daddy you hold?” You asked referring to you. “Of course, hi my little one” he said lifting you up you squealed hugging his neck. “Missed daddy” you said and his hand ran through your hair “I missed you too honey”
“Daddy?” Tony asked “honey?” Steve asked you only then realized the group of people stood infront of you both. Meanwhile all thor was doing was staring daggers at his brother and Sif. “She’s a fast little thing what was I meant to do!” Loki argued. “Use your powers?” Thor offered and Loki went to argue but got quiet. “Oh…yeah, forgot about those in the moment” Thor shook his head.
“Hello! Who is this?” Nat asked pulling the two men from their bickering “uhm” Thor looked between his friends and you. “Daddy? Wan down!” Thor complied and sat you down.
Thor immediately turn to his brother “are you crazy? What if they react badly!” Loki shrugged “I’m gonna actually kill you” Loki scoffed “I’d like to see you try” Thor picked Loki up by his collar “oh. Look at that” Loki said his feet dangling.
Thors attention was drawn away when he heard you squealing, he turned to see nat and Tony tickling you “ahhh! Dada! Help!!” You said between giggles. Thor sat Loki down and walked over “what is going on?”
“So, you have a girlfriend” Bucky said with a shrug “she’s cute, I’m gonna steal her” Tony said and you squealed “nooo!” You rand to hide behind thor “I’m only for daddy!” Thor smiled. He sat his hand on your head “yes you are” he agreed “so you guys aren’t weirded out?” He asked. “No, I’ve dated littles before” Tony said “so have I” nat said “and we are willing to learn” cap said pointing to him and Bucky.
Thor nodded “okay, thank you” he said and lifted you up “now, tell me all about your week baby”
#thor odinson x you#thor x reader#thor odison imagine#thor odinson x y/n#thor fluff#thor odinson x reader#thor of asgard#daddy!thor x little!reader#daddy!thor odinson#thor x y/n#little reader
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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 2
Chapter 7
I awaken to the excruciating brightness of the sun beaming in my face, and I’m astounded that it’s already morning. I did sleep better than I thought I would though, despite these crucial circumstances. It still feels incongruous to wake up without my wife by my side, and a feeling of emptiness is still within me as I realize it’s been a full day since I’ve seen my daughter. I miss Emmy. I miss my baby girl. Oh, to see Jenevelle and hold her against my chest while I lie in bed with her mother… That’s the ideal day I enjoy.
“Let’s go, go, go!” Karlach shouts enthusiastically. It appears she’s more than confident we will destroy these Bhaalists, and I sure hope she’s correct if that’s the case. We finish eating our breakfast rather rapidly and pack up our tents to scurry off to our dreaded destination. It still feels unreal adventuring, and I never pictured us doing it again, that’s for sure. We make our way to the rugged dirt path, and I notice the city just straight ahead, though it appears we still have a few miles left until we arrive, so roughly an hour or two. Maybe even three, depending on if any horrifying events occur along the way.
“Say, Halsin, where are your children while you’re away?” Wyll inquires.
“Ah. Well, between Arabella containing the shadow weave, Thaniel and Oliver having extreme powers, and the Owlbear… They will be alright. Yenna is greatly protected, thank Silvanus. The kids will be alright. Besides, they are under extreme protection by the fellow druids in the area, who are also guarding the shack we live in so they won’t be touched.”
“Ah, a man of strategy. Good planning, I must say.” Wyll and Karlach are holding hands as we continue our travels on the road. Their fearlessness is admirable, I must say. To stay positive in a dire situation must be comforting, though they’re used to fighting in Avernus so this must be nothing to them. While I am not afraid myself, I do worry about the future of our friends and my mother’s life. She has no protection, and she also hasn’t written to me in over a month, which is not like her at all. I hope she’s doing okay.
I begin to feel an unusual sensation, one that I’m unfamiliar with. I can sense a horrible presence or event that’s about to occur, and it’s rather unsettling to the nerves. No sign of anyone is nearby though, but that wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been spied on.
“Anyone else feel like they’re being watched?” I question suspiciously.
“You are most certainly not alone,” Astarion answers, eyeballing the area around us. The sound of knives clashing together is replaying in my head and it’s making me uncomfortable; and I have no control of these thoughts.
“Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhhh!” A maniacal laughter can be heard within these thoughts, though it sounds distant…but the laugh sounds familiar. Orin, maybe? Even though she’s been deceased for quite sometime?
“Murder…murder…death…” Another voice whispers nearby, and it lingers for a moment like an echo.
“Someone – no, multiple people – are close to us, and we aren’t even at Baldur’s Gate. They’re leaving the city,” Wyll warns us. “We need to hurry.” As we try to bolt our way toward the city, a bunch of Bhaal assassins reveal themselves from their shrouds, exposing themselves from invisibility. They’re all dressed in black robes, and a crimson aura seems to be surrounding their bodies as they appear.
“Oh, how lovely,” Astarion says sarcastically, slowly pulling out one of his daggers from his pants. “Just what we needed.” One of the five assassins steps out in front of the others, approaching us with a grim smile on his face and wiping his bloody hand on his robe.
“Bow. Submit. Let us carve your flesh like raw meat. Give in to the temptation of darkness. Give in to the Lord drinking the chalice of your blood. Let us absorb in the aroma of your rotting skin, fueling our thirst for more. There’s only five of you. Much more awaits at the temple, begging for your deaths.” His voice is baritone, holding intense eye contact with me as he speaks these dark words.
“Step back,” Wyll murmurs. As we step back, he casts Hunger of Hadar on the assassins, damaging at least three of the five of those bloodthirsty murderers. Karlach charges at the other two that weren’t damaging, bashing her warhammer into their skulls. One of them perishes, but luckily the other is close to death, so she swings at him once more. One of the assassins escapes the cloud from Wyll’s spell, coming at me with his rusty, bloody knife. He’s trying to aim for my heart but I cast “Disintegrate” which causes him to die immediately before he could even lay a hand on my body.
“Only two left to go, hell yeah!” Karlach shouts, jumping around to keep her energy flowing within her. “Let’s crush these fuckers’ skulls!” Astarion shoots his bow at one of the assassins, but unfortunately misses.
“Damn it all, let me try again. Shithead won’t sit still,” he mutters, then aims the bow directly into the man’s brain, killing him instantly.
“You’re only pleasing our murder Lord!” Astarion laughs at the man’s comment, who doesn’t seem to be fully aware how Bhaal’s plan works.
“You have to be the one to kill, not us, you ignorant fool.” As the assassin tries to charge back at Astarion, Halsin casts ‘moonlight’ and I use ‘Magic Missile’ to finish him off, leading him to meet his Lord, where I’m sure some sort of judgment will be passed.
Silence occurs for just a few moments as everyone tries to catch their breath, and I’m over here just coming to terms that the entire situation we dealt with was nothing compared to what’s to come next.
“Well, we killed those guys off. Five Bhaalists. That’s a win, right?” Karlach comments. Five is better than none, but unfortunately there’s hundreds – if not thousands – of them lurking around and ready to strike. Who knows how many we can stop?
“It may be a win, sweetheart, but brace yourself. That’s nothing compared to what’s ahead,” Wyll responds, rubbing her back as they take a breath from the intense yet quick fight. At least they weren’t too challenging to destroy. If you’re going to be a villain, never approach your victims by talking, just strike from behind. Alas, it seems common sense lacks tremendously nowadays.
The city is just a few feet ahead but it appears much more calm than I anticipated. I hope it’s because no one is fully aware of what’s going on and not because of the endless murders. How many people here have passed?
“Well, nothing is on fire, so that’s a good sign.” Oh Karlach. Always trying to find the positive in everything, a trait I wish I had.
“Everyone seems to be acting like everything is fine, what’s–” Before Wyll could finish his sentence, loud shrieks of horror can be heard closer to Wyrm’s Crossing…and we’re all the way in Rivington. We all look at each other with sheer panic, and simultaneously mutter “Shit.” As the shriek shakes the city, most people are scurrying inside their homes or the nearest buildings they can find, while others are caving into their curiosity and head toward the screams.
We fast travel using the portal in the wall and find ourselves at Wyrm’s Crossing, where there is a thick trail of slimy blood on the cobblestone path next to the castle and bloody handprints painted on the walls. All of this blood appears to be of a fresh kill.
“We made it too late to save them,” I mumble, then sigh. I try not to feel defeated, but we could’ve prevented it if we made it much sooner. Then again, so many lives have been taken the past few days I’m sure. Nothing we really could have done.
The rotten stench of death is overwhelming, yet all too familiar. It has been ages since I’ve had to witness the sight of this much gore, and I sure as hell did not miss it. The odor brings back horrid memories I do not want to remember, mostly ones involving Orin. The bodies we’ve found on our adventures because of her doing. Lack of heads. Lack of limbs. Blood painted on the walls. Body parts scattered around on the floor. I actually gag as the smell lingers, becoming poor potent as we walk down the path to the Basilisk Gate.
“Oh good Gods! Even Avernus didn’t reek this bad. The worst it got was the smell of sulphur,” Karlach says, then proceeds to make a gagging sound. “Blech!”
“I couldn’t agree more. This rancid odor makes changing dirty diapers a walk in the park,” I respond, holding my hands over my nose. It’s true though. I thought I’d be so accustomed to the gore that even being away from it for so long, it wouldn’t bother me. Boy, was I incorrect.
As we meet the bridge that leads to the Basilisk Gate part of the city, we notice an even larger pool of blood with a couple bones scattered on the ground within it.
“Damn, poor soul,” Wyll says with a sigh. “This one got torn to shreds.”
“The piece of clothing next to the bones looks to be of one of the cultists,” Halsin adds. “This one doesnt’ look to be a bystander.”
“Have they started killing each other now? The fuck is going on?” Astarion murmurs in pure horror as we stare at the puddle in front of us. Whatever is happening, it’s not getting better.
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As the Seasons Pass ch. 3 "Late August" ☆ A Sapphic Fiction Story
Notes: If you're just now joining, check out the first parts! Links are in my pinned post.
Warnings: Regardless of what's in this chapter, this story as a whole is not intended for minors. Do not interact with this if you're not 18+
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"I think everyone is already here, just shoot me a text if you get anxious and want to step away or something."
I reply to this with a smile and a love tap on her arm. Our eyes lock and we exchange smiles as she reaches for the doorknob. The hallway is dark but i can see purple lighting peaking around the corner.
"Hey guys!" Val exclaims
"Hey!" We all exchange smiles, except Polly for some reason.
Serena, Annie and Polly are squished together on the couch. Jolene is leaning back in a massive bean bag with Belle between her legs. She's playing with Belle's hair and a surge of warmth cycles through my chest. Seeing affection like this makes me blush even when it has nothing to do with me. What a sap I am.
"Where's Bridget and Jenna?" Val asks, looking towards Belle and Jolene.
"Oh, Bridge is just in the kitchen. Not sure where Jenna is, actually, you know how she is about flaking, though."
"Yeah, classic." She turns towards me. "Wanna come to the kitchen with me to say hi?"
"Yeah, of course!"
She grabs my hand and I follow behind her. When we reach the kitchen she doesn't drop my hand. She pulls me to her side and squeezes my hand before releasing her grasp.
Bridget is in the fridge, a pile of snacks sits on the counter to the right. The fridge is decked out with colorful magnets and pictures.
"Bridge!" Val says erratically, trying to scare her. Bridget jumps a little and hits her head on the top door.
"Oh shit" Val speeds over. "You okay? My bad dude, I did not think that one through, sorry"
"You're all good, ahhh I'm so happy to see you, we missed you last week!" She pulls Valerie in for a hug. Her eyes drift to me.
"Oh my gosh, hey! Genie, right? I'm happy to see you, come here!"
She pulls me into a group hug. Her perfume is strong, but very pleasant and imbued with vanilla.
"Welcome welcome, if you need anything from the kitchen, just help yourself, if you need the bathroom it's gonna be to the left of the front door. It's so good to see you again, I love your outfit you look so cutie."
"Thank you so much oh my gosh, I love yours too, orange suits you so well, you look adorable! Do you need help bringing anything out?"
"Yeah actually, would you mind grabbing these drinks, and Valerie could you run to my room and grab the smoke supplies?"
Valerie nods and turns towards the hallway. I pick up the twenty-four pack of Mike's hard lemonade and follow Bridget back to the living room. I pick a seat on the floor next to the coffee table and take a moment to observe the group. Jolene is still running her fingers through Belles hair, although it has more of an absent-minded feel to it than before. Belle's head is laying on Jolene's left thigh, her upturned eyes relaxed and slightly closed. Jolene's cheeks are painted with a slight blush and her tender eyes are fixed on Belle.
"How long have you two been together?"
Belle picks up her head "Three years." She says this proudly, looking back at Jolene and reaching for her hand.
"That's so awesome, you guys make a perfect couple."
The pair blush and shrug in unison. Valerie emerges from the hallway. She walks over to the coffee table, she carefully sets down everything in her hands and sits next to me. I notice Polly take a massive swig of her drink, once again staring daggers at me just like she did the night of the show.
"Genie, do you want a drink?" Bridget grabs a bottle from the pack and hands it towards me. "You like black cherry?"
"It's my favorite! So, I know all of you have been friends since high school, but what brought all of you together?"
"In our senior year we all signed up for art club. Kind of silly and most of us thought it would be kind of a blowoff thing, but yeah somehow we all ended up taking it really seriously and kind of thriving as a group. I think the thing that really brought us together though was this massive papier-mache project we did for a district competition." Jolene scans the room with a heartfelt expression after giving her response.
"That's so awesome, what'd y'all make?"
"It was a big ass, medieval-type dragon. It was Val's idea, actually."
I look over to Val to see her blushing a bit with a sort of embarrassed look on her face.
"I was going through a sort of intense dragon phase."
Polly, who's polishing off her third bottle snaps. "Oh my god, Valerie. Seriously. Get over yourself. We all liked the idea, everyone liked the idea. You don't have to turn every compliment into a reason to act more insecure than you really are. Jesus christ."
"Bitter. You're cut off." Bridget says, snatching the new bottle from Polly's hand.
"Whatever, you're just mad cause I'm not humoring her infront of her new..girlfriend or whoever the fuck this is."
"We're-- not even dating." Valerie awkwardly blurts out, looking over to me and mouthing "sorry"
"Whatever dude, it's written all over your face and honestly, I pity this random ass girl for whatever you're about to put her through."
"Jesus fucking christ. Genie, just ignore her."
"Yeah, they're obviously just friends." Belle interjects, I see Val scrunch her face as this sentence comes out.
"Yeah, seriously Genie, she's full of shit, no one is assuming anything." Annie speaks up. The rest of the group follows suit and starts reiterating different variations of this sentiment.
Val's face is bright red and she puts her head down, pursing her lips together. She inhales sharply, rolling her eyes as her face comes back up.
"Yeah, so if it hasn't been made abundantly clear, Polly and I dated for like, three months in high school and she's so terminally unpleasant that she hasn't found anyone else to fill the obviously massive void that I left her with, apparently."
"You. are. such. a. bitch. I'm getting an uber now."
"Yeah, that's probably a good move Polly. Maybe wait outside while you're at it. You're really killing the vibe." Jolene responds.
Polly proceeds to make the most dramatic exit I've ever witnessed. Slamming the door and screaming at the top of her lungs once she's outside.
I break the silence with the first thing that pops into my mind. "Been...there.....amiright?"
Thankfully, this earns a slight chuckle from the rest of the group. "Jeez, anywho, what's everyone's favorite flavor from the pack?"
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The remainder of the night was really chill. I learned a lot about everyone, and more than i expected to about Val. It was really sweet. Her friends dug up pictures from high school and gushed over her. She's apparently always had a mediator-type of role in the group. They got into the Polly situation a bit, and I guess officiated the 'boycott Polly movement,' which has apparently been a major topic for a while.
Val puts her hand over mine "You ready to head out?"
I nod in response and we exchange goodbyes with the group. I make sure to get everyone's socials and we head out. When we get settled in the car she turns to me with teary eyes.
"I am so sorry, that was not cool and you shouldn't have had to be put in that position. That was so fucked up and I am so embarrassed and guilty that you had to see that."
"Dude, Valerie, I'm not even thinking about it. She just has her own problems, I get that. It's not a reflection of you or anyone else. I had such a good time that it didn't even matter. Don't make yourself feel bad over something you didn't even do."
She leans forward and pulls me into a tight hug. "I'm really happy we met." She mumbles into my shoulder and squeezes me tighter.
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Class starts today. Val and I have a lunch date planned, which I'm really looking forward to. As I'm getting into my car my phone buzzes. It's Sabrina.
Sabrina <3: Heeeeey, do u wanna meet for lunch today?? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen u!!! I'm yearning fr, miss u lovi.
Genie: RAH, I wish, I have lunch plans today, but maybe sometime later this week? Send me ur schedule.
Read. No response.
I click 'edit contact' and remove the little heart that's decorated her name for the last year now. It doesn't feel the way it used to. Healing era? I can only hope.
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I open the door to the cafe down the street from campus. I spot Valerie by the window. Her chin is resting in the palm of her hand. Her eyes are aimed towards the window unfocused.
I take this opportunity to order for both of us. I take the seat across from her and she snaps her head forward.
"Heeeey" She says, starting to pop up from her seat.
"I already ordered."
"You know my order?"
"Of course i know your order. You're joking, right?"
Her cheeks grow pink "Thanks, what was the total? I'll zelle you half."
"Ohemgee, not even. My treat."
"Are you sure?"
"Duh. How has your first day been?"
"Lack luster. I have the 'most of my friends just left town again and i am writhing in pain at their absence' blues."
"Ah, yes. Very familiar feeling. Do you wanna hang out tonight? We can watch a comfort movie or something? Get your mind off it."
She smiles softly. A bit of pain still evident in her eyes. "That would be awesome." Our eye contact is broken by a loud knocking at the window beside us. It's Sabrina. She throws her hands up and flails her hands outward. Her eyebrows are furrowed. "What the fuck?" She speeds to the door and makes her way over to us.
"I thought you said you had plans?!"
"These are,,,in fact the plans that I was referring to. What are you confused about?"
"This is our place? What the fuck?"
"Sabrina, this is...not a good look. It's a coffee shop down the street from campus. It's everyone's place. You can join us?" I gesture to the seat next to me.
She grins and takes the seat. The order I put in for Val and I gets called.
"I'll go uh..go grab that." She quickly heads over to the front.
"Wow Gene. I can't believe you didn't order for me."
"Dude, Sabrina, what's up with you?"
"Don't be dense."
"Note taken."
"Well, I guess I'm just gonna go order for myself then."
"That is..what most people in your situation would do, so, yeah, I support that decision."
"What the fuck do you mean 'situation.'?"
"What I mean is that you just made an ass of yourself for no reason, so you should try to be, like, normal or something."
She inhales deeply and pushes herself up from her seat.
Valerie sits back down with wide eyes.
"I get what you were talking about with the vibes now, cause what the fuck was that?"
"Dude I know. So you think she likes me?" I can't control the grin that forms on my face as the last part comes out.
Her eyebrows straighten out and she slow blinks. "Yeah."
I giggle involuntarily and my gaze shifts to Sabrina at checkout.
"I love her style."
"Right."
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The remainder of lunch has a weird vibe to it. Valerie scrunches her face like she's smelled something rotten everytime Sabrina speaks. Occasionally glancing at me with one eyebrow raised.
"Well, I've gotta run. Happy we cleared up that misunderstanding and Valerie, it was sooooooo nice to see you again. You should come around more." She leans over and hugs me, which earns an 'eyebrows pushed together' frown from Valerie. As soon as she's out of the cafe Valerie starts
"You've gotta be joking. Dude, she is the worst. What the fuck was that? She freaks out on you for having plans and after you invited her to sit she just talks about her shitty boyfriend the whole time? And you fan her ego in response? Dude."
"Yeah, I need, like, help or something. Like, I totally see how stupid the entire situation is at this point, but i dont know dude. There's a little thought in the back of my mind that all of this will be temporary and she'll come to her senses. She wasn't like that before she met him, ya know? I think the relationship has made her more insecure and I'm just trying to be supportive of her. She's still my best friend, ya know?"
"I guess. Kinda seems like your kindness and patience is getting taken advantage of though. Like, you're not a backup plan or a safety net and i think it really sucks that you're putting yourself in that role in the name of love."
"Yeah, you uh, you got me there."
"I'm not trying to be a dick or anything, I just don't think it's good that you're holding on to someone that's basically hiding you."
"Yeah."
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I run to the door before the first knock sequence finishes. I'm so excited to see Valerie, especially after lunch. I made some cheesy bread and beef stew to makeup for the soiled experience.
I whip the door open and I can feel a massive, stupid smile on my face as our eyes meet.
Her eyes are puffy and her face is red. My smile fades instantly and I pull her through the doorway gently by her shirt.
"Hey hey hey, what's wrong?" I pull her into a hug and rub her back and she releases a couple of muffled cries into my shoulder.
She sniffles and wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater after pulling away.
"I dunno dude, the sads are just hitting me right now, I'm sorry."
"Nonono don't apologize. The start of the semester is always hard. Are you hungry? Do you wanna talk about it? Do you wanna smoke? What do you wanna do?"
Her lips hold the posture of a smile frown and her eyes shrink as she puts her head in her hands. She breathes in sharply and shakes her hands as she exhales.
"Damn, I am..losing my shit? So weird, sorry for that. It's totally okay, but yeah, anyways, I am hungry."
I speed walk to the stovetop and make her a bowl. I place it in the spot she normally sits at and return to make myself a bowl.
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"What'd'you wanna watch?"
"Hmmmm, honestly my mind is pretty blank right now. Play your go-to comfort movie."
"Okay." I scroll through hulu until I find my target. I click it on and we sink into the couch cushions. For a reason that I can't quite put my finger on, I put my hand over hers.
She squeezes my hand in return. In the corner of my eye i spot a tear roll down her cheek.
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My vision is hazy as my eyelids lift. The end credits roll up the screen and i look over at Val. Her face is relaxed and her head is tilted back slightly. Our fingers are still interlocked and a warm feeling bubbles up in my chest.
I carefully remove my hand from hers. I switch the TV off and head over to the kitchen for clean up. I flick the lightswitch and sit next to Val.
In a light whisper, "Val, Val. Your neck is gonna hurt tomorrow if you stay in that position." She snaps awake.
"Hey, I'm so sorry oh my god. I can head out now."
"You don't have to. You can definitely stay over. When's your first class tomorrow?"
"I don't have class tomorrow."
"Perfect. You can borrow some of my pajamas, and i have, like, a shit ton of extra toothbrushes. You can totally stay here. I just didn't want you to wake up with a cramp in your neck or something."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
I head to my room and lay out my comfiest pajamas for her and i grab a toothbrush from the bottom drawer in my bathroom. While I'm there, i brush my teeth and wash my face. I set out a washcloth for Valerie so she can wash her face too.
She emerges from my room as i emerge from the bathroom. I don't know what possessed me to say this but I blurted it out without a second thought.
"You look cute in my clothes."
She stops in her tracks with widened eyes.
"Th-thanks? Maybe it's just your clothes that are cute."
"Nope, pretty sure it's you."
"Are you flirting with me?"
"I..don't think so? Does it sound like I'm flirting with you?"
"Nah, no, not at all." She says, waving away the conversation. We rush past each other. As soon as i close my closet door my jaw drops. What the hell was that? Jesus christ. I get changed with a quickness and slip into bed. She comes in a few moments later and lays next to me.
"Thanks for, like, dealing with me right now. I know I was kind of a buzzkill today."
"Oh my god Valerie. No you weren't. Like, at all. Honestly I've been sad too, so i think we are matching moods right now. I'm happy we have each other."
"really?"
"Of course."
"You weren't offended by what i said about Sabrina earlier, were you?"
"No, not really. I get where you're coming from and as much as i absolutely hate to say it, I don't disagree with you."
"Good. I was kind of worried that i overstepped there."
"Not even, you're just looking out for me."
She smiles at the ceiling and turns towards me.
"Do you have class tomorrow?"
"Not until the afternoon, why?"
"I can like, make us breakfast, since you made dinner."
"That would be so awesome."
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The scent of sandalwood is present when i wake up. There's hair in my face. Valerie is in front of me and i have my arm looped around her waist. One of her hands is on top of mine, the other is holding her phone as she scrolls through her dash. My dog, gumball is curled up in the knook between her stomach and legs.
"Shit, sorry." I utter, quickly distancing myself
"Don't be. It was..nice. I think I needed that."
"Me too."
"So, are you hungry?"
"A little, how long have you been awake?"
"Like, twenty-ish minutes." She sits up and stretches her arms out. She balls up her fists and rubs her eyes.
"is your dad here?"
"No, I don't think so."
She nods and scoots to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs to the ground.
"You like omelettes?"
"Yeah."
"Dope."
I follow her out to the kitchen and watch her set up shop. She grabs eggs, salami, mozzarella, spinach, and a tomato.
"Is it okay if I use these?"
"Yeah of course. Help yourself."
She chops the meat and veggies and grates the cheese. I notice her separate the yolks and start on the omelettes. She serves mine first and puts hers to the side. She makes another one, only with yolks and cheese this time. I see her grab a paper plate from the cabinet and chop the omelette into tiny pieces.
She makes a couple of mouth clicks "Gumball" click click click.
Gumball runs out of my room and Valerie puts the plate down for her. She puts the ingredients up and the dishes in the sink and sits down next to me with her plate.
"This is, really good Val. Like masterchef level. Also thank you for making Gumball one, that's really sweet."
She smiles and nods. "I'm happy you like it."
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"I hate combat class."
"Oh it's not so bad, at least you participate more often..."
"Yeah, but what's the point in just watching? I hate everyone here, I don't know which one I hope to lose!"
"hahaha!"
There they were, sitting on a large wooden bench, far from the other students, watching a fight between two students, the sun attacking the unsuspecting people who challenged their own bodies.
"The most annoying thing is that no one brave enough comes to challenge me!"
"But is the teacher who chooses the students..."
"Yes, but someone can very well challenge someone else on their own-"
"You."
Ohhh!! a girl approached them! and wow, what a pale girl... and with the weirdest look possible... she didn't have a dress that long, but it reached her knees, with red and black details, seemed to be made of a very expensive material, and her eyes... so red... and her straight hair, reaching to her shoulders, black, and on her body, an umbrella, or a parasol?
"Ohh... a vampire girl!"
"... now I understand why the breeds books are missing from the library.."
"Hehehe, oh what do you want, vampire?"
"Ahh... Agatha... this is Mortana... she is the daughter of the school director..."
"You don't need to introduce me, Goio."
"Are you friends?"
"It doesn't matter, I challenge you to a battle."
"During the day, little bat?"
"..."
"Ahhh... ok... I accept..."
"Let's go somewhere further away, I don't want any interruptions."
The three walked to an area further away from the combat area, literally closer to the forest.
The two positioned themselves, a few meters away from each other, while Goio was probably acting as a judge.
"So... how are you going to fight?"
"My mother is human, I have more resistance than normal vampires."
"Cool, shall we get started?"
"A sword fight."
"what?"
She took the umbrella over her body, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the umbrella, was a sharp blade, and her skin, burning in layers... for now, it was the skin, but the blood started to flow...
"Ah... cool, I'll try..."
Agatha looked at the trees, the leaves, the dew drops... she took what she had... ehh... she made a small dagger, very small...
"Ah... can I use this more like water than a dagger?"
"Yes, they made it fairer."
"Okay! let's start! little vampire!!"
"It's Mortana."
"Blah blah blah, so that's Agatha for you, MorTanA~"
"Paingardil?"
".... WELL, YOUR F-"
Agatha advanced on Mortana!
With her tiny dagger, she tried to attack his cheek, which was already badly bruised from the sun, but for love! Mortana has incredible skill and agility, she was unstable in the same place, in his eyes and blade accompany the small dagger, which did not hurt Mortana at all.
"I will only attack you when you hit me with a single blow."
"... It's OK!!! I did not ask!"
In the blink of an eye, the dagger returned to its liquid state and floated frantically behind Mortana, who quickly became an eagle, or a stalactite, or both, I mean, they're both sharp...
The water eagle headed towards Mortana's neck!! But... something... stopped the eagle... Mortana's own blood!!!
"What?!"
"... well, I can manipulate my blood and that of others..."
"So that's why you left your skin exposed to the sun... ahh smart vampire!!"
"..."
She smiled, and put away the blade of her umbrella, parasol? I don't know, and he placed it on her body, and her wounds began to heal, and the blood she used returned to her body, and water eagle, fell to the ground.
"Eh.... the fight.. is it over?!"
"Yes, just like class."
"..."
Mortana started going back to school.
"Ah- Wait, why- why did you want to fight me?! I didn't even ask that..."
"You are worthy to be Michelle's friend..."
"Michelle...?!"
And Mortana left...
"She did this to you too...?"
"yep"
"And you won?"
"was a draw, hehehe"
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End of chapter three
(Thanks for reading ^^)
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Yao: *in his office*
Rusong: *points to a file* what's this?
Yao: an immigration bill, to grant fellow fox spirit with adequate places to stay.
Already stamped.
Rusong: ohh.
Su she: hardworking Huangdi. Here's some rice cake, to give you some energy.
Yao: aw thank you darling.
Mo xuanyu: Aw sweet that Song'er is learning again.
Xue yang: finally. This kid keeps snooping around in my knife collection.
Yao: what?! Song'er. *laughing*
Rusong: I find his daggers are cool. And I can fit them in my pocket.
A-Die, you can't only be the one to hide a weapon.
Yao: haha, you have a point.
But don't get hurt, ok. Be careful.
Rusong: sure A-Die!
Su she: Huangdi, let me organize your papers.
From more important to less.
Yao: marvelous. Just like how you do.
Su she: should I play the guqin after, so that you can relax.
Yao: sure.
Xue yang: diva.
A-Qing: *skipping in* xue yang! Jiggy! Rich gege!
Yao: oh hi A-Qing.
A-Qing: oh my. Look at paperwork!!
Xue yang: maybe you should go help!
A-Qing: hell no!
Xue yang: you have to learn how to work, A-qing.
A-Qing: rich gege! Help!
Xue yang: Dianxia can't save you.
Rusong: *laughing*
Mo xuanyu: xue yang, stop teasing her.
A-Qing, you don't need to lift a finger.
Xue yang: don't go easy on her! It's a tough world out there.
Do you think that you get the leeway because you're in love with Rusong.
Rusong: *almost faints*
Yao: *chokes on his rice cakes*
A-Qing: *face turns red* XUE YANG!!! I'm not in love with Rusong!! Who told you that!
Xue yang I'll kill you!!
Xue yang: you can't kill me!
A-Qing: do you want me to dispose of your candy?!
Xue yang: A-Qing. Who thought you those secret tricks of tackling your opponent.
A-Qing: you!
Xue yang: oh right.
Good girl.
Xue yang: *rolls eyes*
Fuying: *enters* Huangdi.
Yao: tell me.
Fuying: just reminding you that you and Dianxia have to go to Dongying. To check on your districts and Kitsune citizens, and the Guanyin temple.
Yao: ah right, thank you so much for reminding me. *smile*
Team d: *whispering to each other*
Xue yang: Jiggy has a hella sharp memory. Why does his attendant have to remind him.
Mo xuanyu: yea, I know right.
Su she: I love how Huangdi thanks him. Huangdi is so perfect.
Mo xuanyu: I agree.
Yao: Rusong and I will prepare for the trip.
Fuying: yes Huangdi.
Yao: team dimple, do you guys want to come.
Xue yang: nah, I rather stay here and cause chaos! Hehehehehe.
Su she: I would love to! But you two should go to meet your people.
You look stunning as always.
Mo xuanyu: I want to cause chaos with xue yang!! And dream about you.
Yao: oh my! Well ok then, team d.
Rusong: A-qing. Do you want to join us?
A-Qing: ahhh Dongying is so far! Anyways I'll stay here with xue yang. Plus, these rude Kitsunes might assume that I'm your girlfriend.
Rusong: alright.
Xue yang: is that what you want! Hehehehe. Little simp.
A-Qing: shut up.
And, I don't want anyone to spread rumors about rich gege.
Look how cute he is.
Yao: awww.
Yao: Song'er, you can invite someone. To do some hunting with.
Rusong: oh cool! Then I'll ask Ling gege to come.
Yao: perfect.
Su she: that's a cute idea.
Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, we will miss you.
Su she: yea Huangdi.
Yao: aw. I'll miss you guys too.
Xue yang; I promise we won't do anything to Xichen.
Mo xuanyu: if we do, it would he harmless.
Su she: why?
I mean, rest assured, A-Yao. Xichen is safe with us.
Yao: lol. Please, don't trouble Xichen.
Xue yang: right Jiggy! That's why we'll harass him.
*hugs* jiggybuns, I'll miss your scent. *kisses delicately*
A-Qing: what a simp.
Yao: I'll be back darling.
Su she: *blushing*
Mo xuanyu: *hugs* Yao gege.
Yao: *smiles*
Mo xuanyu: you have the cutest little dimples.
Xue yang: Jiggy. Can you leave your illusion Jiggies here to party with us?
Yao: ohh, you want to party?! Well I don't see why not.
I'll give you four Yaos each.
Mo xuanyu: awwwww. Thank you so much Yao gege! You're so fun.
So who's the fourth one going to?
Yao: to Xichen.
Trio: *growling* Lan lips!
Xue yang: anyways, let's forget about Lipsy.
Can one of the Jiggies wear Wen robes? The super tight one?
Su she and mo xuanyu: *wiping up their nosebleed*
Yao: sure.
And my illusions are more savage, so look out for that.
Xue yang: bring it on!
Su she: they can step on me if they want.
Mo xuanyu: ah how hot!
A-Qing: xue yang and team D are so weird, lol.
Rusong: I, I love their randomness.
~~
Next Day....
Yao and Rusong: *stepping out, wearing outfits with Dongying patterns.
Su she: wow!
Mo xuanyu: aww, Yao gege! You look stunning!
Yao: *opens fan* thank you darling
Su she: always gorgeous.
And you look handsome too, Song'er.
Rusong: thanks uncle Su.
Xue yang: I know you look hella hot, but why do you have to adapt to their style?
Yao: To show some appreciation, of course.
Su she: you're an icon.
Yao: *smiles*
Yao: *adjusts Rusong's clothes* my darling must be neat.
Rusong: mn
Yao: handsome Dianxia.
Do you have your fan?
Rusong: yes A-Die. Noble gentlemen should always have a fan.
Yao: awww, you remembered.
A-Qing: rich gege.
Rusong: oh hey A-Qing.
A-Qing: *hugs* I'll miss you so much!
Rusong: *strokes through her hair* I will miss you too. But I will be back after a couple of days.
A-Qing: ok rich gege!
I got to go lock my room, before xue yang puts a fierce corpse on my bed.
Rusong: *laughing* oh no.
Did he really do that?!
A-Qing: no. But I feel he might.
Rusong: *smile* I hope he doesn't.
A-Qing: same.
Anyways. Have fun, rich gege.
Rusong: thanks.
Oh. A-Die would bring back gifts for team D and Shizun. Maybe I can bring something for you.
A-Qing: *blushing* that's not necessary. But you sure can, since you're filthy rich.
Rusong: ok sure. Take care, Xiao Qing.
Jinling: *entering* Xiao shushu! I'm here.
Yao: A-ling! *hugs* My sweetheart.
Rusong: Ling gege.
Jinling: Rusong hey! Looking neat.
I'm excited to come on the trip..
Rusong: same. I haven't been to Dongying in a while.
Jinling: ohh.
I remembered going with you one time.
Does Xiao shushu still have an archery field? And a hunting ground?
Yao: of course I do. In the backyard.
Suddenly someone was seen peeping through the window.
Jingyi: Huangdi......Huangdi......Rusong!
Rusong: lol, is that Jingyi?!
Jinling: did he sneak into my caravan?
Yao: ahaha, *signals him to come in*
Jingyi: Huangdi.
Yao: oh my. I thought it was an assassin.
*joking*
Pleasant surprise Jingyi.
Jingyi: can I hide out in your mansion? I don't want to be punished again.
Jinling: what did you do this time?!
Jingyi: I didn't do my homework, also I accidentally set Master Qiren's guan on fire.
Team Dimple: *laughing in the corner*
Rusong: omg what?!! How?!
Jinling: what a disaster!
Su she: did he smell like barbecue?
Jingyi: not really. He smelt like burnt vegetables.
Mo xuanyu: oh my goodness.
Yao: *pats head* Jingyi. You should be careful next time.
Jingyi: Huangdi, I got to escape punishment. Can I hide in your palace?
Yao: I have a better option.
What if you come along with us to Dongying.
Jingyi: WOW!!! Of course!! But I didn't bring any clothes with me.
Yao: darling, I'm a filthy rich cool uncle. I'll buy you clothes when we get there. And don't worry, they will be in accordance to the Lan aesthetics.
Jingyi: Huangdi you're awesome!!
I think you should rule the world.
Yao: *laughing* you flatter me.
Anyways, speaking of packing. A-ling, A-Song, you packed your things right?
Rusong: yup. Also i have clothes over at our mansion in Dongying.
Jinling: yea Xiao shushu. I have them here.
*peacock attendants holding them in boxes*
Yao: lovely. Now let's go.
Goodbye my team dimple. I love you a lot.
Team Dimple: we'll miss you too, Jiggybun.
*taking turns to kiss his hand*
Xue yang: have a safe trip. And bring back some candy.
Yao: of course, and thank you.
Su she: be safe, Huangdi.
Mo xuanyu: see you soon, our glamorous A-Yao.
Yao: see you soon. *blows kisses*
Team Dimple: *almost fainting*
~~
A-Yao, Jinling and Rusong boarded their caravan, whereas three more caravans followed~ with their personal guards and luggage.
Thereafter, along the way, they teleported with the use of a teleportation talisman.
Dongying 📍
They arrived at one of the most beautiful cities of Dongying, which held A-Yao's Guanyin temple.
To be continued......
#the huli jing emperor#foxyao#dimpledlianfang#jin guangyao#jin zixuan#kitsune#meng yao#part 2#su she#the untamed#hulijing emperor 2#dongying
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Thank you so much for the tag! :)
1. What is your Inquisitor's name?
Her name is Maeve Lavellan
2. Type of build/combat style?
She’s a dual-wielding assassin who prefers dual-blade daggers compared to normal daggers. She is very stealthy in combat so you never know where she is
3. Is your Inquisitor close with his/her family?
Before the conclave she was very close with her family, but once everything with the inquisition started to kick off it was harder for her to keep in touch. During inquisition her two sisters end up at skyhold which made her very happy as she has missed them dearly.
4. Closest friend in the Inquisition?
I’d say Dorian, those two rely on each other so much. Maeve immediately liked him when she met him for the first time in the Redcliffe chantry, she didn’t know who he was but she already trusted him. They very much became family.
5. Love interest?
Love interest is Cullen. She didn’t trust him at first as she’s had not so good run ins with templars before so she was a bit wary of him. It was very early on that she felt herself falling for him, when they were talking he made her feel like an actual person and not just ‘the herald of andraste’. Cullen developed feelings for her early on as well but kept that to himself until he watched her nearly die. He almost lost her without telling her how he felt, he wasn’t about to let that happen again.
6. Your three favorite traits your Inquisitor possesses?
She’s very kind, receptive and a little bit insane in combat.
7. Does he/she like to read?
She loves to read, most evenings when she’s back at skyhold she’ll sit with Dorian and read some random book from the library. She has a liking for gardening books as gardening is her favourite past time activity. Sometimes she will go and read near her garden where cole will join her and she will tell him all about the herb/plants she is growing (he asks a million questions)
8. Can he/she cook?
Yes and thank goodness lol look Cullen can cook but it’s usually some grey looking Ferelden dish so after inquisition, Maeve (with the help of Cullen + their children later on) will cook them one of the dishes her clan would eat.
9. Favorite season (spring, summer, fall, winter)?
Maeve likes autumn
10. What would your Inquisitor consider the perfect day?
Her perfect day would be relaxing and reading in the bath, tending to her plants out in the garden, just hanging out with her friends without worrying about inquisitor stuff
11. Does he/she like the Game (and is your Inquisitor good at playing it)?
Oh god no she hates it, which is funny bc she’s actually quite good at the game lol
12. Is your character good at Wicked Grace?
The first time she played it was when varric invited her so she’s not the best but mainly cause she’s new to it.
13. What will be his/her favorite memory from the Inquisition?
Meeting every one of her friends and Cullen of course. She has made life long friends, lets be real they are all more like family especially Dorian and Cole.
14. What's one regret your character has?
She let her guard down when on a hunt and it resulted in her brother getting gravely injured and he later died from those injuries. She blames herself for his death and vowed to never be distracted on a hunt again. Thats why she doesn’t join in on the banter until she’s back at camp, she refuses to let someone else die in her care.
15. If an actor or actress were to play the role of your Inquisitor, who would you pick?
I have no idea ahhh maybeeee let me think on it
16. What would your Inquisitor's childhood dream have been?
She was always destined to be the main hunter for the clan so her dream was to go off adventuring and to see what the rest of Thedas has to offer
17. Is his/her life anywhere close to that dream?
Yes lmao but now she just wants to settle down ahaha she’s done enough adventuring for a life time
18. What's the hardest part about being Inquisitor for your character?
Having to listen to all the Andrastianism talk, she’s dalish so she doesn’t believe in andrastianism. For this reason leading the inquisition can be quite tricky, she doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and be insensitive.
19. Does your Inquisitor have any skills or talents others wouldn't expect?
She’s really good at singing but she doesn’t do it in front of anyone else except for probably Dorian and maybeeee cullen (during the inquisition anyways) once she and Cullen have children she will sing their children dalish lullabies to help put them to sleep and Cullen will stand off the side just smiling to himself (he loves his wife very much)
20. What would be your character's ideal happy ending/HEA?
Ideal happy ending would be to settle down and have a little family of her own which she ends up doing so yayyy
Here’s a photo of my girl cause I love her v much
Tagging (no pressure of course) : @zenruu @herald-divine-hell
Let's Get to Know Each Other's Inquisitors! 20 Questions
I don't know about you all, but I love getting to know other people's characters and seeing all the love they put into them.
Tag some friends and have them answer!
What is your Inquisitor's name?
Type of build/combat style?
Is your Inquisitor close with his/her family?
Closest friend in the Inquisition?
Love interest?
Your three favorite traits your Inquisitor possesses?
Does he/she like to read?
Can he/she cook?
Favorite season (spring, summer, fall, winter)?
What would your Inquisitor consider the perfect day?
Does he/she like the Game (and is your Inquisitor good at playing it)?
Is your character good at Wicked Grace?
What will be his/her favorite memory from the Inquisition?
What's one regret your character has?
If an actor or actress were to play the role of your Inquisitor, who would you pick?
What would your Inquisitor's childhood dream have been?
Is his/her life anywhere close to that dream?
What's the hardest part about being Inquisitor for your character?
Does your Inquisitor have any skills or talents others wouldn't expect?
What would be your character's ideal happy ending/HEA?
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what’s today again?
Ahhh I’ve gone and done it. I wrote a Loki fic. This is my first so please go easy on me. I even went and created my own lil divider because…I mean the tools were there so why not? lol
Inspired by this post
Summary: Thor attempts to wake you up after he finds you asleep on your desk before your boss, Tony Stark, finds you and assumes you’ve been sleeping on the job. You, however, believe that it’s Saturday and nobody will be coming to check whether you’re even in your office. When you tell Thor this, he calls on his brother for help to wake you up.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: mild cursing, Steve and Tony and Bucky giving annoying older brother vibes, mild angst (?) [let me know if i missed anything!]
"Lady Y/N," you heard a muffled voice calling you to you, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. "Did you sleep in this state, Lady Y/N?"
"Mmph," you grumbled. You could barely register the bright glare of sunlight piercing through your closed eyelids. Not harsh enough to sting, but bright enough to know that the day has just begun. You could hear the voice calling to you again, and your waking sleep-addled brain began to recognize that low reverberating grumbling voice as Thor's. What on Earth was he doing waking you up this early on a Saturday?
"Lady Y/N, I suggest you right yourself quickly before Stark comes down here finding you sleeping on your desk. Part of me suspects he won't have care for your late hours, only your current state of rest."
"Dammit, Thor," you mumbled. "It's Saturday, let me rest." You heard him call to someone, as if he was asking for them to back him up.
"Y/N, darling." You felt your spine stiffen at the voice that greeted you. Fuck's sake, Thor, why would you call your brother? you thought to yourself. "Stark will have your pretty little head on a spike if he catches you dozing on your desk. Wake up, little mortal."
"Brother, she believes it's Saturday."
"Norns," he groaned, the resonance of his voice still finding a way to affect you and kick your heart into a flutter despite your drowsy state. "Y/N, it's Thursday."
"My day," Thor quipped.
"That retort got old a thousand years ago, brother," Loki groaned. "Y/N, wake up darling." Your brain began to wake just enough to recognize that his presence was looming just behind you.
"Laufeyson, you're hot, but you're not disrupt my weekend hot." Unfortunately your brain hadn't quite woken up enough to make sure your mouth had a filter quite yet. "Now shush that pretty mouth of yours with the pretty voice and let me sleep."
You could feel him shuffling closer to you, until his head rested lightly against your shoulder, with that pretty mouth right next to your ear. "It's not quite the weekend yet, darling, now wake up."
"Brother, Stark's on his way. She will lose her station with him if he finds her as such."
"Alright, that's it." You felt an arm wrap around your waist and hoist you up to your feet. "Up you go, little mortal."
That woke you up enough for your eyes to shoot open like someone had shot cold water right down your back. You tried to stare daggers at whoever dared wake you up so abruptly, but when your eyes met the piercing blue ones of the god towering over you with his arm still wrapped securely around you, your resolve faltered.
"What gives?" you managed to choke out.
"Is that any way to thank the one who saved you from being, what is it you Midgardians call it again? Fired?" Your eyes widened at his words. "Ah, now I finally have your attention, sweet Y/N." You always have my attention, you impossibly attractive annoying man--god.
"Well if this ain't a party," Tony's voice boomed through your office. "Y/N, you're here early." Then he eyed your current predicament; Loki hadn't released you from his hold yet. "Unless you never left…?" He swayed a pointed figure between you and the god, and the realization of what he was implying dawned on you, making you squirm in the god's arm.
"No! God no. I know better than that, Tony, you know this." They didn't, actually. The entire team, with the exception of the Asgardian gods, all knew about the burning screaming crush you had on the god of mischief. And they took every opportunity to tease you about it when the brothers weren't around to hear. You tried to glare at said god. "Will you let me go, please?"
"Only because you asked nicely, my dear." He then relinquished you from his embrace and you did everything in your power not to pout or react in any way at the loss of contact between you two. Only in the safety of your thoughts would you ever admit that despite the circumstances, you would never complain to waking up the way you did just moments ago: in his arms. Well, arm. But still. With him smiling (smirking, really) down at you. In fact you'd give anything to wake up like that again. Preferably in a bed, with less clothing (like none at all), after a night of--
Stop it, Y/N, you scolded yourself. You cracked your neck and turned to face Tony. "I stayed the night here in my office trying to crack that drive you managed to swipe from the HYDRA camp on your last mission." You looked over his shoulder to see a tall muscular blond enter your office. "Hey, Cap."
"Y/N, pardon my language but you look like crap." You shot him a glare that held a bit more conviction. "Sorry I'm only speaking as a concerned friend, you never know who might run into you looking the way you do." He shifted his eyes not so subtly towards the dark-haired god, making you glare at him some more. "But really, what happened? Did you sleep okay?"
"I happen to think she looked rather ethereal waking up," Loki answered with a smirk, making you shift your death stare his way, to which he only answered with a wink in your direction. "Now I do believe you need to get back to your duties, darling. I'll leave you be. Come, brother."
And just when you thought you were finally free of the chaos he was wreaking on your ever beating heart, he turned around as he reached the door to say, "And I'll be more than glad to remind you what day of the week it is should you ever need it again, my darling mortal." Right before closing the door.
A few moments of silence passed between you, Tony, and Steve, with almost matching teasing looks painted on their faces. You broke the deafening quiet. "Not. A fucking. Word."
"Lang--" You glared at the Captain, and he pursed his lips.
"So back to the drive," you continued, trying your hardest to forget about the last few minutes and go about your day.
The next few days went without incident. Mostly because you made sure to not fall asleep at your desk no matter how late you stayed in your office, and you avoided any area frequented by the Avengers such as the common room, the kitchen, the gym, and in the case of the god you were actually actively trying to avoid, the library.
And everything was going fine. Until you ran into Bucky wearing a shirt that said "It's Friday".
"Wait, hold on, what?" you blurted out, shooting your hand up to stop him, too.
"Yes, dollface?" he teased. He was always a big flirt with you, but both of you were on the same page. It was harmless banter and when neither of you were in a mood, you two actually got along quite well.
"Is it really?" You eyed his shirt and then looked back at him.
"Yeah. Happy weekend," he answered, setting your hand down and walking away.
"Strange," you mumbled to yourself. "Could've sworn it's Tuesday."
"What are you murmuring to yourself, Lady Y/N?" You heard Thor boom. You mentally slapped yourself as you realized you'd walked in a daze and found yourself in the path to the training area. "If it's a grocery list for those delicious treats you made a few weeks back, I would gladly accompany you to the store to retrieve them."
"Thor you're never going with me to the store again. Last time you did, I ended up with a second cart full of boxes of Pop Tarts. And no it's not that. I just ran into Bucky and he said the weirdest thing."
"Tell me."
"He said it was Friday. I could've sworn the week just started yesterday…"
"Norns, not again," you heard a voice grumble before your feet left the ground and you were being walked back into the direction of your office. "It's Tuesday, darling Y/N. Don't let Barnes tell you otherwise."
"Dammit Loki put me down I'm perfectly capable of walking with my own damn legs." He only heeded your words when you were back in your office. You huffed, looking up at him. "And how do I know you're not the one lying to me? Isn't that kind of in your title?"
He grasped your chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I may be the God of Lies, but I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word, my precious little mortal." You felt him press the lightest of kisses against your temple before walking away abruptly, you had to ask yourself if you'd imagined the action. It was only when he was out of your line of sight that you noticed the metal-armed super soldier at the end of the hall, snacking on a plum with a teasing smirk on his face.
You took a moment to compose yourself before pointing at him, and his offending shirt, and mouthing, "I'm burning that."
The rest of the week went by relatively quiet, considering the people you worked around, and you were thrilled to be away from the tower for the duration of the weekend. Not once did Loki's words of "I've only ever spoken the truth with you. Every word." leave your mind. What did he mean by that exactly?
Not even two days of binge-watching your favorite Netflix series and stuffing your face with your favorites from that Italian place across the street from you took your mind off of his words. And your dreams? Don't even start. Your dreams were an endless replay of the day you woke up in his arm. How he held you. How he kept you pressed to his side until you asked him to back away. How his words before he left almost seemed…flirtatious?
Nah. It couldn't be. He couldn't possibly be. You were mortal, and the god thought himself above everyone else. And while you wouldn't skip a beat and make a quip about being more than willing to be beneath him, there wasn't any way on this or any of those nine realms they always talked about, in this or any other lifetime, that he would ever even consider being with you. He belonged with someone who could be confused as a deity with their beauty, and you…were definitely not that person. Not even in your wildest, most far-fetched dreams.
You shook yourself out of your lamenting as you walked towards your office on Monday morning, your footsteps slowing as you heard the unmistakable voices of the Asgardian brothers coming from inside your work area once again. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but they were the ones in your space, so it was fair play. Right?
"Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance, brother? Do you wish to court her? Haven't you already enough Midgardian women fawning over your very presence, why need you add her to your collection?" you heard the voice you could only compare to silk reverberate through your office walls. He sounded annoyed, though you couldn't determine if it was towards his brother or…something else. Someone else? You, maybe?
"Because she's my friend, and as sharp and brilliant as her mind might be, she tends to lose herself in her works and passions, Loki. She might not even realize that it's Monday today." Mortification set in as you focused on the last bit of Thor's statement. They must think you a special kind of stupid; you sure did. You couldn't even be quick enough to check your phone or your computer for a confirmation on what day of the week it was; it was a wonder why Stark kept you employed, let alone trusted you to handle half the intelligence that he would send your way.
"I will check her residence." The dark-haired god's words held a conviction that dared anybody to challenge him. "I'll make sure she's here. And safe. You need not accompany me, brother."
"No. I've explained the source of my concern. Lady Y/N is my friend. I do not wish to court her, I only wish to make sure that my friend keeps her station, so that someone that I think the world of and only wish to see happy would be able to bask in her presence."
"What are you on about, you oaf?"
"Why are you here to check on Lady Y/N, Loki? You and her are not friends, you've barely spoken two words to her that don't involve you picking her up like what these mortals call a 'rag doll', and whenever she crosses your path you look as if you're boiling in your own flesh. So let me ask you your own question, brother. Why are you concerned for this mortal's attendance?"
"I like her!" His voice was so loud it echoed even in the hall outside your office, freezing you in place. "I think her brilliant, and sharp, yes. But I also think her to be radiant. Beautiful. Precious. I see her so at ease with you and the captain and even Barnes, and all I can think of is what I could possibly do so that she could be like that with me. To hear her laugh at something that I uttered for once instead of your absurdities. To have her embrace me as she does all of you. To--"
"You like me?" How you found the stability to walk the remaining steps to your door, you'd never know, but here you were, face to face with the brother gods, one with the happiest goofiest grin on his face, and the other with wide eyes, lacking in his usual confidence and composure. You walked towards him, ignoring the thundering of your heart in your chest, until he was but a foot away from you. "You told me you've only ever spoken the truth with me. Tell me the truth now. Do you?"
"I do," he breathed out.
"Good," you whispered, finally letting yourself break out into a grin, letting your poorly kept poker face drop. "Because I like you, too."
"I knew it," you heard Thor exclaim, just as you heard his footsteps moving towards your door. "I'll leave you two be. Brother. Lady Y/N."
You heard your door close behind you but you couldn't be bothered to check. The only thing going through your mind was: This is a dream. Nobody ever wake me up.
"My darling Y/N," he started, stepping closer to you and encircling your waist lightly with his arms. "Does this mean that I may court you?"
Unable to hold yourself back, you burst into a fit of giggles and threw your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. "Yes. Absolutely."
When you pulled away, he tucked his hand under your chin and leaned in close. "Mine," he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.
Taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid
#loki fluff#loki x reader#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#loki x female reader#loki x reader fluff#loki oneshot#loki laufeyson#loki laufeyson fluff
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LBFAD rewatch observations part 2
1. Man XLH is so brave. From day 1. She is terrified of the soldiers searching for the escaped plant spirit in Haishi but she not only saves the spirit, she also takes the time to look for the destiny book. Like imagine being that scared but doing the right thing anyway. When DFQC said she is the bravest in the 3 realms 🤌
2. "My younger brother is still as stupid and incompetent as ever". OUCH 🤣 Pre emotion DFQC is a savage. Poor Xunfeng. 😅
3. The first time he goes to rescue her because of her being in danger is also the first time he is trying to figure out how to release his soldiers. I'm just thinking about the manyyyy times he will be pulled away from doing this task because of her. "🎶Every decision made because of you🎶" ❤
4. That scene of the moon un-eclipsing to reveal DFQC > im dead. Him saying "How dare a dying person ask my name" in the most casual but also deadly way with his little head tilt > I am resurrected to die again. Dead dead dead. He is so powerful here.
5. "Is it an earthquake? Why did everyone run away scared?" My girl XLH did you not see the big handsome devil uneclipse the moon and stare daggers at everyone? She so clueless I love her 😆
6. I too immediately think any boy showing me any concern must be in love with me. And that there must be some far fetched reason for it.
7. Oh oh OH I missed this the first time but she sees the Xilan seal on him. She knows some curse/spell is on him. But she never connects the dots 😅😅 I had always thought she had no clue of it.
8. I loooooove his claws. 😍😍😍😍
9. "Little flower spirit. Do you think I can't do anything about you?" No sir, you cannot and you never will 😆
10. Wait another thing I missed. The destiny book was fine before. Their bickering and fighting broke it, just like they mess up in the mortal realm with their fighting and bickering 😆
11. XLH's flower friend: Lord Chanheng it would be rreaaaaallllyyyy good if you came in and looked for XLH *wink wink* *nudge nudge*
Changheng: "Nah thanks fam."
12. XLH slamming the door in his face while he gives another "you belong to me" speech 🤣
13. How can 2 people look so adorable while absolutely seething and fuming at each other. Babies.
14. In XLH's nightmare DFQC is cowering and terrified of Changheng and even though it seems so out of place on him, Dylan Wang's acting is so good that it doesn't look like how he would be all meek and scared when acting as XLH. It's his own kind of scared and cowering. Idk if that makes sense 😅
15. My mans experiences fear, takes a big inhale of it and says "ahhh this delicacy, I haven't tasted in a while" *smirk* 💀😶 Sir.
16. Imagine the annoyance (maybe even panic) when he realized he HAS to count ALL the darn flowers 😅
17. The comfort with which XLH invades his personal space while teaching him to make pastries 😆 Like Maam. He will eat you.
18. I think he flashed his eyes red on purpose because she drew him in red ink as big bad Dongfang Qincang.
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Another day to survive
Starting this year off with some angstier stuff and also me making Bradley as asshole again as @pollyna says. Was inspired by the dagger squads first meeting in the Hard Deck.
Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd had a front seat in lovers or ex lovers tiff in Hard Deck bar. He put his money on the second one. Both men had absolute disregard for each other's feelings. They wanted to hurt the other as deeply as possible. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw had hit the nerve and so Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin backed away, and slipped out.
Hangman hasn’t been kindest to him just a few minutes ago but if this is what the pilot is carrying around. Well, this could end badly for all of them in the sky. Also Bob could relate to Hangman. His break up with ex wasn’t the cleanest. He still carried reminders of it and nightmares that plagued his sleeping hours. Maybe helping Hangman could help him. With that thought in mind he ordered whiskey on rocks for Hangman, that seemed to sooth Wolfman’s nerves. Possibly it will work on this Texas boy, too.
Robert found Jake sitting on the beach, looking into the dark ocean. Hangman looked up when Bob came to stand up next to him, stretching out hand with glass in it to the sitting man. “That seemed rough and I think you need this to soothe your nerves,” said Bob, offering the glass. Jake looked at him in distrust. “I didn’t poison it, if you are afraid of that. It seems to help one Texas man I know, so I thought it would help you, too.”
“Sorry! Not used to people being kind to me.” Jake told Bob, taking the glass gratefully. He took a sip from glass and felt the whiskey warmth spreading through his body, soothing his frazzled nerves. Bradshaw really did get him good this time. Jake really was puzzled how he loved this man once. “Thanks for the drink! You should not have done it.”
“Nahh…I really should have. No one should be dealing with an arsehole ex alone. Even if you yourself are a piece of work.”
“How did….How did you know?” quietly asked Jake, taking another sip. Bob plopped down next to Hangman
“I believe our whole squad knows. Simply, I have my own ugly break up and I would not want to work with my ex. Not that he will be allowed to work for a long time. Still you need more people in your corner than only Coyote.”
“Thank you again! Still this won’t change the way I act when the others are around.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Hangman. But be ready to get back as good as you give.”
“You are on, Bob.” answered Jake, using his huge megawatt smile on Robert.
Then came a shout of two older men's voices: “BOBBY!” They sounded happy to have spotted the man. Then this huge doberman pinscher attacked Robert, licking his face like there is no tomorrow.
“Bono! Stop, Bono.” Bobby tried to get through his laughs. “Yes, I missed you too, buddy.” Doberman seemed to turn his attention to Jake as did the two older men that were coming closer to them.
“Jake, this is my dog Bono. He is an ex-K9 but generally he is the sweetest boy ever.” said Bob, petting the dog who has sat down in front of Robert. “Those two loud shouters are commanders Leonard ‘Wolfman’ Wolfe - Neven and Rick ‘Hollywood’ Neven - Wolfe. I am living in their house because…”
“Because we are protective bastards of our favorite WSO. Happy to see you have made friends already, Bobby.” Wolfman finished Bob’s sentence, coming into the light that was coming from the bar with Hollywood's arm over his shoulders. Hangman could gap as fish out of the water.
“Happy to still have that effect on younger pilots.” said Hollywood who chuckled at the blonde pilot whose eyes were shining. “I thought everyone had forgotten about our class of Top Gun.”
“Holly here likes to be praised constantly. But what is your name, boy?”
It made the pilot jump up from his sitting position and salute two men. These were legends in front of him. Robert was slower to get up and Bono also now had gotten on all four.
“Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, sirs.”
“Ahhh…can I hear the Texan there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Bobby, I see your taste in men has gotten better. Knew that living with us would rub off on you.” chuckled Rick. That got both Leonard and Bob punching him in the shoulders. Bono just barked at him. “No one appreciates my jokes. I feel betrayed.” Hollywood said, acting hurt by these events. No surprise about his callsign really. Rick took one look at Robert and softened. The younger man still hadn’t fully recovered from the break up. “Let’s get to the car, Robert. Allow Texan men to chat for some time.”
Wolfman looked the younger man up and down. Calculating if he could ask this favor from this man in front of him. He for sure would not ask Bradley because the boy had cut ties with all of them. Robert was too fragile to be trusted in the hands of a man who needs therapy for the last 20 years. Bobby seemed to trust this man but the lieutenant in front of him had cocky energy about himself.
“Can I ask something from you, Lieutenant Seresin?” asked Leonard, taking a gamble here. He wasn’t like Maverick but this time he will need to trust his gut and Robert’s judgment.
“Of course, Sir!”
“Keep an eye on Bobby for me and Rick. We can’t be there for him while he is training. I don’t know how much he has talked about his break up with you.”
“Only that it was a nasty one. I myself am going through one.” That made Wolfman look at the younger man again, finding similarities with Bobby.
“Hmmm…let me guess Bradshaw?”
“Are you all like psychics?”
“No, simply we are good at reading people. Comes in handy when you work with young pilots who think hiding stuff from you will get them further. So will you keep an eye on Robert for us?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Here will be my card. There is also adresse of our house. If you need someone to talk with, we are here for that, too. We have enough life experience.”
With that Wolfman turned around, going back to his family. He was happy that someone would keep an eye on Bobby while in training. Now Leonard understood Pete better than he did before.
It has been a tiring training session as all of them seemed to be. Jake had spent an extra 30 minutes under the hot running water. Those 30 minutes was exactly what he needed. He came into the dressing room to face someone's back that was covered in two long scars. They looked perfectly straight, making Hangman’s stomach churn. They still looked so fresh. All things he was carrying tumbled out of his arms, cluttering loudly in the silence of the dressing room. Other man turned out to reveal his identity. It was Robert who had pressed his back to the locker, trying to blend in with it.
“Bobby?” choked out Jake. After their conversation on the beach, Jake had been an avid visitor of the Wolfe-Neven household. Wolfman made mean ribs like back at home. Also Leonard gave him one of his cowboy hats from the collection because how there can be Texan without a hat here. Robert and Bono also seemed to be warming up to Jake. Bono allowed Jake to play with him while Bob laughed in the background when Jake lost to Bono in the tug war. Hangman had found a place to call home away from home. Now he knew why Wolfman wanted him to keep an eye on this man. Some pieces clicked in Hangman’s mind. “Did…did your ex do that to you?” The other man just nodded, still acting as wallpaper to the locker.
“Will you tell everyone?”
“No, oh God, no. Bobby, you have to know me better than this now. But I would like to know what happened? I have to know who to keep an eye for.”
“I know you, Jake, I do. Fear sometimes is too much.”
“Then let’s get you to safety. Will get dressed and call Leonard to have your fave food on the ready.”
Bono was by the passenger door when they got to the house. Jake helped Robert out of the car. Bob still was weak from the anxiety attack he had in the locker room. Jake had wrapped him in a blanket even if it was summer outside. He hasn’t told anyone except Wolfman, Hollywood and navy police about what happened. Wolfman had talked with Admiral Kazansky so this accident wouldn’t cause trouble for his career. Next thing Bob knew he was assigned to this mission at Top Gun. He was grateful for two older men. He had to keep paying for his grandma's old people's home.
“We shall eat first and then we can talk.” said Hangman, helping Bob inside the house. Bono close by, not leaving his owner's side.
Jake and Leonard got Bobby to eat and drink some gatorade. Bob has ended trembling from shock. Bono and Robert led Jake to the deck that went out to the lovely garden. Leonard made himself scarce. He had to go to Icemavs house for their annual dinner. Hollywood is going to meet him here. Now he trusted Jake. The boy has proved to be a good addition to their weird trio and also helping Bobby to be more calm.
Robert and Jake sat down in lounge chairs. Bono laid down between both chairs to support both men. Bob sighed and started talking: “My ex-boyfriend was my pilot. Dustin, some admiral's son that never faced consequences from his actions. Daddy saving his arse every time. He was not the first pilot I flew with but the first one I clicked with. I know you don’t know that feeling because you are too individualistic. Hollywood was the one who pushed for us to be put together. Wolfman was more cautious, something bothering him but then we proved to be an amazing team in the air. So he backed up, that is what I thought but he ain’t called Wolfman for nothing. After a few months of dancing around each other we started to date. I thought he was in love with me, I really did Jake. Holly and Wolf knew about us.” Jake turned in his chair to look at Robert. The younger man looked so tortured right now that it made the blonde man reach out and squeeze Robert’s hand.. Hangman opened mouth to say something but Bob continued on with his story. “So Bono came into my life after a month of relationship with Dustin. Leo gifted me this ex-K9 dog that didn’t allow my boyfriend to get close to me. Bono had to live outside the house when Dustin was around which started making me suspicious. So one day Dustin left my housing and I let Bono in the house. He straight up went to the closet used by Dustin and scraped at the doors.”
Jake thought he had an idea what exactly Bono, ex-K9 dog could have found in the closet of Dustin’s but he had to allow Robert to tell it at his own pace without distractions. He only gave a squeeze to Bob’s hand, knowing that the hardest part is coming. The part where Bobby got the scars from his ex-boyfriend. Bradley had left scars on his heart but remembering what Robert said when they sat on the beach.It seemed like a kids game.
“So I found these bags and bags of pills in my housing closet. I knew that Bono’s reaction said those were some kind of drugs. I called Wolfman when bedroom doors opened and Dustin walked in. He stuck Bono in the bathroom. There was nothing left of the man I loved and only then I realized it. I tried to talk him into going to therapy and telling Wolfman himself. He just laughed in my face. I knew it was no use so I tried to run but he caught me, pinning me to the floor. He used the knife I gave him on our first anniversary to cut those lines. He said he wants to play tick tack toe on my back. When he finished the second line, Wolfman hit Dustin over the head with something heavy. That is what Hollywood told me. I didn’t ask for details. Hollywood sat with me in the hospital and they even allowed Bono in so I would feel safer because I didn’t believe anyone could keep Dustin in jail. Rick still feels so guilty over all this happening. I don’t blame him. Wolfman was the only one who saw through it all. Can you imagine he tried to frame me with him because pills were found in my housing? But whatever string Leonard pulled they gave me a restraining order, Dustin in jail at least for now and me away from Lemoore for now.”
“Do you think he will get out of jail soon enough?”
“Oh yeah, his dad will make sure of it. Here I am under Iceman so he or his father can’t touch me here. I know and have heard some of Wolf's convos they are digging under his dad and Cain. I believe this will end soon enough and I will finally feel safe.”
“I really hope you will, Bobby.”
After their talk, Jake did his own research to know his enemy better. It was his side quest in this mission. He promised to keep an eye on Bob and he can’t do that without knowing Dustin by face. Jake also had a talk with Leonard and Rick while Robert wasn’t at home not to worry him more. Hangman also got Javy to help him keeping an eye for Bobby. He knew his bestie would not ask too many questions for now. Jake promised to tell everything when time was right. Then both him and Robert had caught sight of Dustin in Hard Deck. It could have been someone similar to him, but Jake was not taking risks. Hangman had called Wolfman who had come with Bono and took Bobby away. Phoenix had this confused look on her face because when has her WSO become so close with Bagman. She will need to grill him. Then the day after the bird strike, he had seen Bradley talking with some man by his Bronco. This moment didn’t leave Jake’s mind. He wasn’t jealous anymore, he had gotten over Rooster along the way.
They had been back on land for two days. Robert’s grandma was going to visit Top Gun to see her grandson being awarded for successful suicide mission. Also the Mrs. Floyd wanted to meet this mysterious Hangman who had brought back her boys' laugh and smile. Hollywood was sent out to get Mrs. Floyd while Wolfman helped at the Top Gun. To be honest, Wolfman and Iceman were putting together the last bits of evidence against Dustin’s father and Cain but no one should know that for now.
The Dagger Squad was all present in Hard Deck, except Bob which had Jake ansty. He had talked with Robert and he was on his way. He had to be already here. Javy and Nat also were looking at the doors of the bar. Bob had told both pilots his story so Team Protect Bob had grown by two and Halo also could count in because what Phee knew, knew also Halo. Also Fanboy seemed to be close with Bob which meant both Mikey and Reuben kept eye on everyone's favorite WSO.
“Why are you all so worried about Bob? Probably he has a hot date. This dude had been asking around about him. I told him where to find Bob.” said Bradley and the rest of Dagger Squad's eyes turned to look at the taller man. Jake knew something was wrong about this statement. Wolf would call this Texan secret power and it was tingling right now in Hangman.
“What do you mean you gave a stranger Bob’s adresse, Rooster?” asked Phoenix and Halo at the same time, looking appalled by this disregard of their friends safety and privacy.
“He seemed to know Bob pretty well.”
Hangman pulled up a picture of Robert’s ex, putting phone in front of Rooster's face and asking through gritted teeth: “Did you tell this man Bob’s adresse?”
“Yeah, that is him. What about it, Hangman? Stalking Bob’s conquests. Reaching another low.”
“I could punch you right now, Rooster, but I don’t have time for that. If something fucking happens to Bobby because of you telling this sick bastard where he is, I will let Phoenix and Halo deal with you. You hear me, Rooster.” Jake told the taller man. Then he turned around and went to a bar where Penny was catering to bar patrons. One look at Jake made her reach for the phone.
“Call military police, Wolfman, Iceman, anyone, Penny. Tell them Dustin knows where Bob is. They will get it. I am going there. Also don’t let that chicken follow us. Call Maverick if you need to keep him here.”
“Jake, you are not going alone. We are still a team. You need all the reinforcement you can get. I read Dustin's file.” said Halo, keeping a steady hand on Hangman's biceps.
“Okay! You are driving because I don’t think me or Phoenix can right now.”
“I will get us all there as quickly as possible.”
When we stopped in front of the house, the gun going off made the air around them tremble. Then they heard a deep human howl of pain that didn’t sound like Bob at all. It got Jake in action, sprinting in the house to find Bobby on the floor with blood flowing from his shoulder. While Bono got his teeth in Dustin's arm where the gun had been. Jake got down near Bob’s injury and pushed on it with the hoodie he had worn today, keeping blood from leaving Bob's body. Hangman knew so much was going around them but Robert was his main priority right now.
“Hey, Bobby! Keep your eyes open for me. Only you would survive suicide mission and then get shot on land.”
Bob chuckled quietly but even that made his face scrunch in pain. Even though Bob was in pain, he reached with his good hand and put it on Hangman's cheek.
“From all the assholes I seem to fall in love with, you are the only one who hasn’t fucked up once.”
“Bobby, leave love confessions when you are not bleeding out on Hollywoods fancy carpet.”
“Wolfman will be happy that he finally can throw out this atrocity.”
“He will, he will but he would have been more happy if your blood wasn’t the reason for it. Also don’t forget you have to introduce me to your grandma and the rest of the squad.”
“Jake, the doctors are here.” shouted Javy who let the medics through. Jake was pushed away and helped by Payback to the kitchen where the man made him wash his hands from blood. Bobby was now in the hands of professionals and Dustin was arrested. Then it finally hit him, Bobby had proclaimed his love for him and feelings were mutual from Jake’s side. He didn’t know when it happened but along the way they had mended each other's hearts and fallen along the way. Right now was no time to think about it, right now Jake needed Bobby to survive today and all the days that follow.
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Hey, love! 🥰 If you’re okay with it, I was wondering if you could do a Loki x Reader, where the reader is a TVA agent and when Loki finds out the agents are really variants and had lives before the TVA, he goes back to find the reader and help them remember what their life was like before? Also, maybe he is in love with the reader? Thank you so much! Your writing is amazing 💕
more than just a dream | loki
pairing - loki laufeyson x reader
synopsis - in which loki is determined to free you from the clutches of the TVA and hopefully give you a new life, one with him by your side.
notes - thank you for this request ahhh hopefully i do it justice
[THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS OF S01 E03 of LOKI]
"I have never walked this much in all my years of living." Loki admitted as the pair made their way through the cavern of rocks and dirt. From beside him, Sylvie rolled her eyes though she couldn't hide the upturn of her lips at the childish pout on the God's face.
"Oh relax princess, it's not that far a walk. I'm sure you'll survive." She teased, smirking when Loki glared at her, unamused at being called a princess.
"Or, how about you do your little," he paused to wave his fingers around, mimicking her magic "and enchant me and walk for both of us, while I take a nap in my subconscious and you wake me when we arrive." He bargained.
Sylvie shook her head, blond locks flying about.
"It doesn't work like that." She admitted.
"Oh. Well, how does it work then?" Loki inquired turning to face her with curious eyes.
Sylvie hesitated still not fully sure she trusted the God, before responding.
"Well I have to make physical contact first, then grasp a hold of their mind. It can get tricky though when their mind is more guarded, that agent C-20 is a prime example of that. I had to find a memory of hers, a hundred years prior to her working for the TVA." She recollected.
Loki paused in his stroll and froze, eyes wide as his mind caught up with her words.
"What did you say?" He grasped her shoulder firmly, eyes attentive.
"I had to grab a memory, a hundred years prior?"
"But the TVA said all of the people there were created by the timekeepers."
"That's ridiculous. All of them were normal people before they worked for the TVA." Sylvie revealed.
"They don't know that." Loki gasped in revelation, mind flashing to a particular agent. You.
Desperate he grabbed the destroyed TemPad from his pocket, and with a wave of his hand he waited as green wisps of his magic carefully put the pieces of the tech back together.
Sylvie gasped in outrage as she pulled a dagger from her side and brandished it.
"You could fix it this whole time!"
"Sylvie please, you can kill me later. But I need your help to save someone please. Y/n means everything to me." He begged.
Seeing the panic on the God's face she reluctantly agreed as she slid the dagger back into place at her side, her hands coming to rest on her hips.
"Fine. Let's go save your precious mortal." She rolled her eyes.
Loki grinned, pleased as he quickly messed with the dials on the TemPad.
"I'm coming, darling."
You sighed boredly as you skimmed through the files assigned to you, your head placed in your palm as you tried to register the words on the page.
You hated to admit it, but you missed the God of mischief that often would linger around your work area, poking and prodding and things asking all and any questions he could possibly think of.
He had been apart of your life for only a few weeks but in the span of those weeks you got to see a side of him no one else had, and of course managed to catch feelings for him in the process.
Alas it was all in vain as the God had went MIA during the last mission to catch another variation of himself. Mobius had come back, moping about how the God had got the jump on him and abandoned him in the middle of a grocery store no less.
Shaking your head you were just about to return to your files when a sudden cloud of green appeared beside you, and you yelped as a familiar God strode through, a figure following behind him.
"Honey, I'm home!" The God whisper shouted as you jumped from your place to hug him, sighing in relief as his body molded to yours.
"Loki, you came back!" You smiled, leaning back to look at him. Behind him, a snort sounded and you leaned around him, catching sight of a blonde with familiar emerald and black attire.
"Is that," you gaped as Loki rolled his eyes in tandem.
"Right. Y/n, Slyvie. Sylvie, y/n." He introduced quickly.
"My, my. Loki mentioned you, but he failed to inform me how stunning you are." Sylvie grinned as she looked you up and down, eyelids lowered seductively. You gulped, your heartbeat racing as you stared back at her in wonder.
Loki watched the exchange with a frown, eyebrows furrowing before he shook his head harshly. The motion sending his black tendrils of hair flying.
"Absolutely not!" He announced, palm coming in contact with Sylvie's forehead as he pushed her backward. She yelped as she lost her footing nearly taking down a nearby bookshelf.
"Relax! I was merely jesting. Sheesh!" She pouted opting to take guard by the doorway incase anyone was to spot them.
"Hurry up and explain the situation, we can't stick around long." She told Loki who nodded in agreement.
He turned to you, hands reaching to clasp around your own as you watched in confusion.
"Y/n, I know this may be a lot to take in but the TVA aren't who they claim to be. They told you, you were created by timekeepers but it was a ruse. You had a life before you were brought here and I know I can't bring that life back for you, but I can help you start a new one with me. I promise you that. Will you trust me?" He offered a hand. Your mind tried to process all that you were told as you looked at him.
"I- I dont know what to think. I do trust you Loki, and I know you might not feel the same but I have fallen in love with you. You mean so much to me-"
You gasped as you were cut off by a pair of lips meeting your own, the contact causing your knees to weaken as the kiss deepened before halting.
Loki looked at you with nothing but clear adoration and love in his eyes as he once again held out his hand.
"Darling, I loved you from the moment I first saw you. I promise to remind you for as long as we live. Now, come with me please."
With a nod and a grin, you intertwined your fingers with his and followed him into the portal, ready to start your new life.
#loki x y/n#loki x reader#loki series#thighs of betrayal#askmari#mariwrites#loki laufeyson fluff#tom hiddleston
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three years of you. — tear myself apart
Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader
Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist
Summary: it’s only been a couple of days, which were full of tears and regret. however, that regret wasn’t on their part until a simple comment was made. (Part 3 of a series)
Word Count: ≈3.4k
Warnings: cursing, alcohol intake, angst (Anyone drinking alcohol in this chapter is of the legal drinking age in the United States, which is 21.)
A/N: thank y’all for reading! this has already gained a lot of readers and so i am happy about that. love you guys sm 💕 songs included in this fic are not mine. any characters mentioned are not mine, and belong to their respected owners. and ofc, i don’t own the celebrities either. i do check comments/reblogs, so please be respectful!!
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You’ve got this, you can do it.
You tried consoling yourself. Normally, he would be here to help calm you down— or at least call if he could physically be there. He’d be there if you were about to have a panic attack, he’d be there to make sure that you were OK.
But you aren’t.
An entire audience full of strangers who listened to the songs, who listened to your heartbreak. Now, they get to watch your heart break live.
He wouldn’t— no, couldn’t— be there to comfort you. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything will be fine. He fucked up, he’s the one who messed up that relationship…
“…then why did you show up?”
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Glasses clinked. Chatter was taking place all around. Honestly, it was a little overwhelming.
You sat down at the booth with the whole band. Saturday had rolled around, which you hadn’t noticed since you were lost in an almost depressive state where time was non-existent. However, the karaoke bar definitely woke you up.
“Alright, guys,” Luke, the lead guitarist, said, holding a couple of drinks in his hands. “Tonight is the night! The tradition kicks in once again, and Monday we start recording. Let’s celebrate and relax.” Julie, the lead singer and the girlfriend of Luke, followed behind him, setting more drinks down on the table. Flynn, the unofficial manager of the band, let out a loud, “woo!”, making everyone laugh. All of you grabbed a glass and clinked them together, all taking a sip at the same time. Your face crunched when you processed the drink.
“Jesus, Luke, what is this?” you questioned.
“Alcohol,” he said blatantly.
“Yeah, no shit,” you shot back, shaking off the effects.
“I just said that we’re relaxing— that’s exactly what alcohol does!”
“Or maybe you're just an alcoholic?” Alex joked, taking a sip of his drink.
“I don’t drink that much.” Luke defended.
“That’s what an alcoholic would say.” The whole band started laughing at the ongoing banter. It isn’t often when Alex made witty remarks like that, and everyone always enjoyed it when he did.
On another note, you felt as if you absolutely needed this drink. Given what’s been going on this last week, you felt like you deserved it. Though, you knew you’d regret this tomorrow. You knew Alex was keeping an eye out for you. The rest of the band didn’t know yet, they just knew that something happened, which is why you left Italy so early. They were all confused, but didn’t ask upon it when Alex glared daggers at them when they tried. So, thankfully, they did back off. But, it doesn’t mean that they weren’t concerned.
You had been talking, making it seem as if everything was fine, but Alex’s heart broke when he picked up on it. However, with the alcohol about to course through your veins, it would be harder from him to be able to pick up on whether you were drunk or going through it. Regardless, he was going to make sure that you were having fun and not thinking about your ex.
“Hey,” Flynn said, “why don’t we start the karaoke? I think we all have enough alcohol in our systems to do this.”
“I vote for Alex to go first!” You said, raising your hand. “Do Micheal Bublé.”
“Woah, hold up, I never even said-“
“It doesn’t matter. What I say goes. Now go.” He sighed, laughing as he stood up from the booth. He went over to the guy and told him what song he wanted to do. They got everything set up, and Alex got on stage.
“Let’s go, Alex!” You cheered on, making him smile and blush just a bit— though that wasn’t entirely visible from where you guys decided to sit.
The song started playing, and Alex started singing. It took you a few seconds to recognize the song but you figured it out.
“Oh, he’s singing Feeling Good. I love that song,” you whispered to Reginald, the bassist, who was sitting next to you. He looked to you over his shoulder, smiling. He hadn’t seen you so “out there” since you got back. It was nice to see you getting back to normal. Though, he didn’t actually know why you weren’t normal to begin with.
And I’m feeling… good.
You cheered Alex on again, dancing along to the beat with the whole band. Alex didn’t sing much, but when he did you cherished those moments. That’s why he songs Now or Never and Stand Tall on the band’s very first album are your favorite.
“God, I love his voice,” Reggie said, as if he read your mind.
“Yeah, and look at him,” you pointed out the way his body is moving with the music. The way he was just lost in a musical haze. It was enchanting. “That’s what his anxiety covers up.”
Alex soon finished, hopping off of the stage with an embarrassed smile on his face.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, babe,” you said, noticing his expression. “That was the best performance tonight by far. Not even Julie could compare to how amazing that was.”
“Thanks, Y/N,” she said, drawing out the ‘thanks’ in a sarcastic way. You raised your glass to her.
“Anytime, Jules,” you replied, raising your eyebrow and taking a sip. She laughed, letting the comment you made slip— for now at least.
“Hey, I have an idea!” Flynn exclaimed. “How about we take a couple photos and post them to our accounts? Y’know, to celebrate this very special moment.” Everyone collectively agreed. Pictures were taken left and right— and others were taken throughout the night, too— and each person had a different photo that they were each going to post. You had decided that you were going to post yours now, not wanting to forget later on tonight or tomorrow.
You captioned it:
Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍
It was perfect and you posted it, after letting everyone see it to make sure it was OK. Within minutes people already saw it and were liking and commenting. You made sure to turn your phone off before it started going crazy. Julie and Luke decided to go up and do a duet with each other. They choose Little Do You Know. Their voices were beautiful singing the song. They mashed just so perfectly. You recorded them, knowing that you would 100% show them this at their wedding. (They aren’t engaged, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later.)
You weren’t paying attention to the notifications spamming the top of your screen, though you did look back once to see if the camera was aligned with their bodies. That’s when you saw a specific notification. One thing that you absolutely forgot when you posted that photo was that Måneskin could still see your posts. The only reason you remembered was because Victoria responded to your post.
Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘
The second you saw it, you put your head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself. If Victoria saw it, then the rest of the band is going to see, meaning Damiano would see it. Fuck, you thought to yourself.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” Alex asked, placing a hand on your arm. You looked up at him showing him the comment. “I don’t understand.”
“Victoria commented. Meaning Damiano’s probably gonna see it.”
“Not if he’s blocked.”
“I didn’t block him, we’re still mutuals.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Alex. Maybe I just haven’t gotten to it yet.” You realized the angered tone in your voice, not meaning to be rude to Alex. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
“No, it’s okay. Hey, maybe if he does end up seeing it, he’ll just be jealous. Damiano will see everything he’s missing out on.”
“What is Damiano missing out on?” Julie asked, sitting back down with Luke.
“Oh, it’s nothing-“ Alex started, but you cut him off.
“I left Italy because Damiano was talking to another girl. It caused too many problems, so I left.” Everyone went silent. Everyone’s eyes softened at you, unsure of what to say.
“Y/N…”
“It’s fine. I’m here now. It doesn’t matter.” Silence fell once again, especially on Alex’s behalf. He knew you weren’t fine, he knew it mattered— whether you said it or not. “Sorry if I kinda killed tonight’s vibe.”
“N-No, you’re fine,” Reggie said. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Yeah, you didn’t ruin anything. I am glad that you told us, though. We’ve been worried.” Luke said, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward just a bit. You felt your phone vibrate but didn’t think anything of it— probably just another person on Instagram.
“Sorry that I made you guys worry. I just wasn’t sure how to bring it up. It’s just been a hard couple of days. This shit isn’t easy,” you explained, mumbling the last part. Everyone stayed silent, none wanting to make something worse.
“Luke, why don’t you and the guys go grab some food?” Julie suggested, placing a hand on Luke’s back, turning her attention back to you.
“Oh, yeah. Guys, let’s go,” Luke said, getting the hint. The boys got up and left, each giving you a sympathetic look. The girls, on the other hand, all stayed behind.
“Alright, listen up,” Flynn started. “Tonight is not the night to mope around. You can do that tomorrow when you’re hungover.”
“Right now,” Julie jumped in, “you’re gonna forget about that asshole, get your ass out there, and sing your heart out, dammit!” Your eyes widened at the girls’ sternness. A smile started creeping from your lips, Julie and Flynn following behind you. Soon enough, the three of you started laughing your asses off.
“Ok, ok, I’m convinced. I’ll have fun tonight. Thanks,” you said, trying to shake off the laughter so you can speak. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip of it. It was the same drink Luke got you earlier. Damn it, Luke. You shook your head to shake off the kick the drink had. Flynn chuckled at your antics, taking a sip of her, not as strong, drink. The guys soon came back with some snack-type items in their hands.
“Are we all good now?” Alex asked, setting down the plate on the table and looking your way.
“Yep, we’re all good now,” Julie answered, taking a sip of her drink. You chuckle at her, reaching for some of the food on the table. “But, Y/N’s about to sing for us.”
“Woah, wait, now?”
“What did I say? You’re gonna sing your heart out.”
You groaned, slumping back in your set in a joking— yet, not entirely joking— way. “Julie, I didn’t realize that you meant right now.”
“Ok, so? Get up there, Y/N! C’mon it’ll be fun.” You contemplated. I should go, you thought, it could be fun.
“Fine, I’ll go,” you announced, getting up from your seat. Reggie and Flynn got up from theirs so you could get out. When you got up, you turned to Reginald.
“C’mon, you’re doing this with me,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging him over to the guy supervising the karaoke.
“I didn’t really wanna sing right now. Nerves, y’know?” Reggie explained.
“So? Reggie, I get that nerves are real, but there’s no way in hell I’m doing this alone.” You opened up a book full of songs, and was going through the selection.
“Why couldn’t you just get someone else?”
“Because I think our voices clash very well together.” You turned your head to him and gave him a smile. He shyly smiled back. You looked back at the book and held it up to Reggie. “What about this one?” you asked, pointing to a song. Reggie read it and smiled.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said, grabbing the pen and marking off the song and writing your names. You stood back, waiting for him to finish. When he did, he turned around.
“Alright, I’ve got us down. Wanna head up?” He asked, holding his hand out with a playful smile.
“Let’s do it,” you said, grabbing a hold of his hand, him taking you up the stairs and into the stage.
When you walked up, you saw the screen in front of you turn on, switching to the lyrics of the song. The lights were bright, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You saw some people stare at you, but it was mainly the rest of the band. Reginald walked to the microphone set up on the far left, you took the other. The song started playing, immediately relaxing you. Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. The song you chose was a favorite of you and Reggie— Meet Me At Our Spot. Of course, the band loved it too, but they got bored with it after a while since you two were always blasting it wherever you went. You actually had some inspiration from this song and wrote a little tune, but you had no lyrics at the moment.
When I wake up
I cant even stay up
I slept through the day, fuck
I’m not getting younger
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“Victoria, you don’t understand-“
“No, you don’t understand, Damiano!” Victoria raised her voice at him. They never argued. They’ve known each other since childhood and nothing had ever caused an issue, except for this.
“I did nothing wrong.”
“Really? ‘Cause it looks to me that you broke your lovers heart.”
“Y/N left me,” he said, trying to reason.
“They might have physically left, but, Damiano, you were gone a long time ago.” She started towards the front door of his house, grabbing her keys.
“Where are you going?” Damiano asked.
“Home. But, let me tell you something first, Dami.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “It doesn’t matter how you try to defend yourself, you fucked up. You broke Y/N’s heart. You were talking to someone else. The damage is done. If you’re gonna try and get them back, you’re gonna have to try really damn hard. You want to get Y/N back, right?”
Silence followed. Victoria gave him a second to compose himself, but ultimately feared the worst. “Dami…”
“I mean, yeah, but-“
“No buts. You shouldn’t be saying ‘but’, you have no reason to.” Damiano just looked at her. “Wow… unbelievable.” Victoria opened the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her. Damiano walked up to the door and locked it. He headed back to the living room and heard his phone ding. He picked it up and saw that you had posted a photo.
Just continuing a small tradition tonight with music and alcohol. maybe if he lets me, i’ll post Alex singing Feeling Good 😏🤍
He sighed. He unlocked his phone, and went to go see the photo you posted. You looked nice. Happy. What was the tradition again?
Right, karaoke. The weekend before the band records an album, everyone goes to a karaoke bar. He scrolled down a bit and saw a comment. He saw Victoria’s comment.
Ahhh you look amazing!!!😘
He figured that she saw the post before she pulled out of his driveway. He debated on what he should do.
Yeah, he fucked up. But, it really wasn’t that bad. It’s not like he cheated. It was just talking. He wanted to tell you that you look great, but wasn’t sure how you would feel about it. Like Y/N would care what I think, he thought to himself. You never broke up, though. Plus, he needs to know what’s going on, how you’re doing. He’s concerned. Couldn’t be the worst thing— it’s not like the internet knows yet.
Ok, I’ll just just comment.
——
Caught a vibe
Baby, are you coming for the ride
I just wanna look into your eyes
I just wanna stay for the night, night, night
You and Reginald were jamming out to the song, as per usual. Everyone was loving it, even the rest of the band. It was the most fun you’ve had in a hot second.
When we take a drive
Maybe we can take the 405
Hypnotized by the light
Man, this must be the life
As the song ended, everyone cheered you two on. You went over and hugged Reggie on his side, him giving a small hug back. You guys walked back to your booth, the whole band full of excitement. Alex got up from his seat and let the two of you in, you sitting in the corner of the booth.
“That was amazing!” Luke exclaimed.
“Thanks, we had fun,” Reggie said, practically reading your mind.
“Definitely.”
“Your voices go so well together,” Flynn remarked.
“That’s exactly what I said!” you said, hitting Reginald’s shoulder so he knows your point is proven.
“Ok, we don’t have to be violent about it,” he joked, smirking just a bit.
“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna go to the restroom real quick. I’ll be back,” you said, waiting for Alex and Reggie to stand up so you can go. You grabbed your phone, stood up, and made your way to the restroom. When you got to the restroom, you went to one of the stalls but checked your phone before you did anything else. However, you almost immediately regretted it because you saw that Damiano had commented on your photo.
What the hell does he want?
You read what he had commented, and, honestly, you wanted to laugh.
You look great tonight, as you do every night, amore
You couldn’t believe it. Amore, really? you thought to yourself. You looked up from your phone, looking at the stall door. You contemplated what to do next:
For starters, keeping the comment wouldn’t be out of the norm for your followers. They knew about you and Damiano. However, if you deleted (which you really wanted to do), everyone would notice. People would speculate. Or, you could just go off on Damiano privately. That would be too harsh. But, this is your account— your decision. Do you want to have your cheater boyfriend compliment you the way he did?
You know what, do it later, you thought, turning off your phone and finally, actually, using the restroom.
Once you finished, you exited the stall and walked over to the sinks. You washed your hands, not able to get that damn comment off of your mind.
You walked out of the restroom and back over to the booth, but you didn’t sit down.
“Alex,” you said, standing next to him. “Can I talk to you?” He looked up at you, unsure of what you wanted to talk about, but got up anyway. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.
When you two got out there, you sat down on a bench, Alex following your move.
“Is everything alright?” You opened your phone and went to Instagram, showing Alex to comment Damiano left. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I just don’t know what to do, and it is tearing me apart. Do I delete it? Do I keep it? Do I argue with him?”
“Delete the comment, and, Y/N, please, block him on social media. You don’t have to block his number, but you should block him everywhere else.”
“Why not his number,” you asked.
“Because you need closure. At some point, you’re gonna want to text him or call him and try to get some understanding as to why he did what he did. You haven’t actually broken up yet. Maybe that’s how you finish off?”
After a moment of contemplation (again), you nodded your head slowly.
“Ok. Yeah, ok, I’ll do that.” You lowered your head and searched through your following to find Damiano’s account. You clicked the three dots at the top, and looked for the block button.
“You sure this is the right thing to do?”
“Yes. Want me to do it?”
“No, no, it’s fine. I can do it.”
You looked at the button for a second. You’ve never even thought of blocking him before. I’m your mind, he was the one. Now? Well, you’re blocking him because he cheated on you, so obviously your idea of him completely shifted.
I can do this.
Your hands started shaking slightly, your heart was beating like crazy.
I can do this.
Slowly, you moved your finger over the button.
Click it, it’ll be fine.
And, so, you did. You clicked the button.
You felt free.
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Slice of Folklore: An Asian Historical Folklore AU
by Tamadango
Oh god....Okay so this is an AU based on Chinese Folklore.
Reigen is a Daoshi Priest. This is a real sect of Taoism. But within the context of folklore, these Daoshi are more like Mages. They travel from village to village, doing exorcisms, performing rituals, removing curses, treating illnesses, presiding over ceremonies like funerals and also reanimating the dead so they can be walked to where they need to be buried.
Ekubo is a Jiangshi. More on this later.
That idiot villager…. said this route was a safe and easy hike
This is taking way longer than I expected. The other route would have been much faster
As he’s walking through a cave, the path underneath his feet collapses and he falls into a lower level of the cave.
(In chinese folklore, humans live on the surface and monsters/the dead/ spirits reside underground. Caves are sort of a limbo area inhabited by monsters, that average people avoid.
The path collapses underneath his feet, and he falls. -Screaming- Holy shit!
He falls and grunts in pain before looking up.
Directly in front of him, is a Jiangshi.
SAFE MY ASS!!
(Jiangshi are monsters from chinese folklore. They are corpses reanimated by blood spells. Lower level Jiangshi are just straight up zombies. Higher level ones are spirits sealed into dead bodies so they have some kind of will/consciousness like Ekubo here. They are reanimated by Daoshi priests and are obligated to serve them.
By default, Jiangshi are servant monsters, they ALWAYS have a master. Since they are dead/decaying bodies, they feed on the lifeforce of living people, ie blood. They can be powered up with blood, sealed with blood seals, sustained/controlled with blood. etc.
It’s sort of the mix between a zombie_ (undead, with poisonous bite)_, a vampire (needs blood), and a summoned demon (serves a master.) in western fiction.)
Reigen reaches around for his bag as the Jiangshi hops towards him. “Dammit all my tools are in my bag.”
(Tools specifically associated with being a Daoshi priest, like exorcism stuff, ritual daggers…spell tags…etc)
WHOA!
The creature is lunges at him, snapping. -teeth snapping sounds-
Reigen: ....? What an odd blood seal. Is it possible that this Jiangshi is acting under the control of this spell?
I have to remove it somehow!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
bottom panel -murmuring-
Ekubo: Hnnnnnngg
I’m finally free… Thanks to you
(So technically, he serves Reigen now. Jiangshi are servant monsters by their nature.)
Reigen: Ahhh the J…..J…. Jiangshi…. It talks! (Low level Jiangshi can’t talk... only the spirit sealed ones can.)
Ekubo: What kind of terrible outfit is this?
Ekubo: Huh? Don’t put me in the same category as those low class monsters.
Ekubo leans over: ....hmmmm
Sniff Sniff
You’re a Daoshi Priest from the Salt group aren’t you?
Eh?
Ekubo: and you’re a virgin….good! good!
Reigen: What business is that of yours?
Ekubo: Haha…What’s your name?
Reigen: Reigen.... Reigen arataka
(Daoshi Priesthood requires celibacy, virginity, veganism, no alcohol and vow of poverty, along with a lot of other things like prayer, literacy in religious languages, etc.)
My name is Ekubo. I am an high level creature of darkness!
(In Chinese folklore, Humans reside on the surface and monsters, demons, spirits, reside underground, and are collectively referred as such.)
You’re going to help me find the asshole who kept me sealed for the past couple hundred years so I can take my revenge.
Reigen: No, I’ll pass. I need to get to the next town, see ya (he says this very fast while walking away)
Ekubo: What?! Hey Wait! There’s lots of gold and treasure in the crypt below. I was guarding it. It’s yours if you help me out.
Reigen’s ears twitch.
(Daoshi Priests are required to take a vow of poverty so he’s not supposed to be interested in riches or accumulating wealth.
Jiangshi are servant monsters by their nature, and must have a master at all times. Which is why Ekubo tries to convince Reigen to go with him. Because If Reigen just left, he would have no choice but to follow.)
They’re looking at a sarcophagus covered in spell seals in the chamber below.
Reigen: Is that the owner of the crypt buried here? Doesn’t look wealthy to me.
Ekubo: Im sure all the good stuff is in the coffin
(In ancient china, as in most ancient cultures, it’s typical to dress the corpse lavishly and fill the coffin with jewelry, money and valuables, so the dead person can be wealthy in the afterlife)
Reigen: Hey, All these coffins in the back here are empty… that’s really strange
-Click-
Ekubo: No… those aren’t normal coffins… these… they’re sacrifices!
Reigen! It’s dangerous, Get Back!
Reigen: Wait… why are you running?!? Weren’t you looking for this guy so you can take revenge?
Ekubo: Hey I thought he sealed me here to guard the crypt, I didn’t realize I was intended as a snack for later.
Reigen: What?!? Does that mean those coffins are empty because it already ate them? So there’s no actual treasure?
Ekubo: Is THAT what you’re worried about right now? Can you stop being a greedy bastard for a bit so we can get out of here?
(Again, as a priest, he would have taken a vow of poverty and isn’t supposed to be interested in riches.)
Ekubo: Reigen what are you doing? You cant beat him! That monster is powered up from eating countless other creatures of darkness.
Reigen: Yeah that’s exactly why he needs to be stopped
Reigen: Ridding the world of monsters and exorcising evil is my calling!
Reigen: And you, since you haven’t been eaten yet, help me out
Ekubo: Tch! I want to, but this body is way too weak to go up against a monster like that.
Get down!
Ekubo: You don’t look it, but you’re actually pretty powerful. Shame it’s not enough to defeat him. Impressive nonetheless.
Reigen: We don’t have time for small talk! Think of something useful! Get us out of this mess!
Ekubo: Alright alright, calm down. You can leave it to me.
Ekubo: huh! very nice flavor.
The blood from the tongue of a virgin plus my (some kind of power class that is ancient but also protective)
(I really tried to translate this part but I don’t get the exact words he’s saying. The gist is that he gets a powerup by combining their powers. That’s it.)
Ekubo: I should be able to break through the protective barrier that he’s using to shield himself.
**Ekubo: Bring it! I’ll show you my true strength. **
Reigen: Can’t move… Cant feel my body at all….Looks like the poison is taking effect…. Makes sense… the bite of a Jiangshi
(Jiangshi feed on lifeforce/blood, so their bites can drain a person of their lifeforce temporarily.)
Can’t feel my tongue at all. It’s completely numb
Dont lose you bastard
I’m so tired……
Reigen: Ekubo?
Ekubo: Farewell...
Ah!
-tongue hurts - Thinks: so it wasn’t a dream
**He starts sobbing. **
**Ekubo: You alright? **
Reigen: It’s a talking fart!
Ekubo: Hey! It’s me! Ekubo!
Why are you crying? You miss me?
(More advanced Jiangshi are spirits sealed into dead bodies so they can be freed if their bodies are destroyed )
Reigen: Idiot! I’m trying to get the taste of corpse out of my mouth! You’ve been dead for hundreds of years!
Ekubo: Why are you so angry? Was that your first kiss?
Reigen: Shut up! Don’t you have some underground crypt to return to? What are you loitering out here for?
Ekubo: Just doing my guard duty.
Reigen: Why are you following me?
Ekubo: Why can’t I follow you? I just saved your ass, you could be a little more grateful you know.
(So earlier, Reigen removes the seal that was controlling Ekubo, and he then serves Reigen by default. After his body is destroyed, he’s free to move on. The implication here is that he’s chosen not to, and has decided to follow Reigen around instead.)
By Tamadango
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UGHHHH. I was not going to translate this. But @gemmawritessometimes prodded me into it. There was so much goddamn folklore shit to explain.
Also this comic has a lot of terms you ONLY see in folklore and rarely anywhere else. Goddammit.
Yeah, anyway, enjoy this comic.
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