#also someone else from tumblr was sitting right next to me. and i'm very sorry for being on the phone during some parts of the show

[goldenpinof]

hello kate im about 90% sure i sat right in front of you at tit helsinki yesterday. decided not to say hi cause i didnt wanna bother you (and im also anxious) so. im saying hi now. hi.

(-elja @ baphometlester)

hiiii

are you in some of my videos then? a legend. also, i'm sorry :( for this, and for yelling some bullshit.

i don't mind being bothered, even if my face says otherwise. slavic resting bitch face lives on its own 😪 i love phannie gatherings and discussions of the show or anything else. please, it's my favourite part of the tours!

i hope you had a good evening <3

[acewritesfics]

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby

Request: No.

Warnings: Mentions of death, murder, going off to war, grief, guilt. Angst. Italics - Flashbacks.

Word count: 665

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⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. YOU CAN FIND THE ORIGINAL POST STILL FLOATING AROUND ON TUMBLR SOMEWHERE. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"She died two months ago, Tommy," the words echo in his ears as he stands in front of a grave belonging to someone very special to him. "A drunk had been brought into the emergency room. He stabbed her twice, one of which punctured an artery. She died from blood loss before they could get her to the operating theatre." 

Y/N's mother had informed him of the death of her daughter, his first and only love, when he went to visit her two hours ago. In that moment his heart had shattered even more than it was from the war. 

With his head bowed and blue eyes tightly closed trying to stop the tears from forming, he relives the memory of the last time he'd seen and spoken to her in person. 

"Thomas Shelby, don't you ever forget about me," Y/N tells the young man who she loves more than anyone else. She is proud but heartbroken to see him in his uniform, ready to fight for his country. There had been no way for her to stop him from enlisting, his pride and the thought of being labelled a coward if he didn't go weighed heavily on him as well as his eagerness for a fight, a lot of that having to do with how they were raised.  She feared for his safety and his life. Standing on the platform of the train station, saying her goodbyes to him, she gets a sinking feeling that this would be the last time she sees him in person. 

"I'll never forget you, Y/N," he promises her. "After all, you're the one I intend to spend the rest of my life with." 

He takes her left hand in his hand and kisses her on the fingers, right where her engagement ring sits. They were supposed to marry in six months, but then the war was announced, and they couldn't find anybody to marry them in the short time they had left together before he departed for France. All the men who had lovers seemed to be getting married before leaving. 

"I promise, the first thing we'll do when I get back is to get married. Nothing would make me happier than to call you my wife." 

Y/N smiles fondly at her fiancée before delicately kissing him. "Just promise me you'll come home." 

"I promise," he whispers before slamming his lips to hers, pulling her tight against him, savouring every inch of her, also sensing that this was the last time they'll be this close. He eventually steps back and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you, Y/N." 

"And I love you, Tommy," she says sadly as she kisses him one last time, tasting their salty tears mixed together before he boards the train. 

"I'm sorry, love," Tommy whispers as he opens his eyes, looking down at Y/N's headstone. "I'm so fucking sorry. I should have been here for you, given you everything I promised. I would have made so much money that you would not have needed to work. Maybe you'd still be here if that happened instead.  You deserve more than this." 

He holds the engagement ring he gave her between his fingers. "I kept my word and returned to you. Now it's your turn to assure me that you'll be there to greet me when my time is up." 

Tommy kneels to create a small hole in the ground. He kisses the ring, and then places it inside the hole before covering it up. Standing back up, he looks at her headstone again . "I'll never forget you, Y/N. I love you. That will never end." 

He turns and walks out of the graveyard. As he stands next to his car and raises his head to the sky, he feels a tender kiss land on his cheek. It was Y/N assuring him that she would honor her promise. That one day, when his turn comes, she'll be there waiting for him. 

LINK TO TAG LIST ABOVE.

[alrightbuckaroo]

Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33, @strandnreyes, and @reyesstrand!

Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you're most excited about.

Bear with me, this is a long one, most are listed under the cut

January

wedding bell blues

“I mean, how do we even bring it up?” Marjan asks, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, sorry your engagement fell apart, by the way we brought Catan.” She shrugs. “Seems a little less than empathetic.”

leave all your worries on the dance floor

“Oh my god,” TK’s eyes widen. “Do I have two left feet?”

Carlos smiles sympathetically, “Baby, I thought you knew.”

you go your way I'll go your way too

“You sure you don’t want anything else to eat?” TK looks down at the bottle of water in Carlos’ hand. Carlos is sitting across from him, they’re in the sleeping quarters away of the firehouse away from everyone. Carlos hasn’t stopped thinking about it; he’s barely thinking about anything else right now. It’s at the forefront of his mind, begging to be let out. “Yeah, I’m fine, I already ate.” He doesn’t realize his slip up until he sees TK set his bag of chips down. “So you weren’t here for lunch.” TK’s using the voice he uses when he’s not mad, just confused.

February

we’re a match, in every way that matters

Carlos and TK are made for each other; they always kind of have been. Even if they didn't realize it at first.

when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing; remember this.

TK wakes up and Carlos isn't there; he doesn't know how he's lived like this before.

here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten

Carlos had spent years suppressing the feeling he never had a name for. Then he met TK Strand.

your love is sweet like sugar

TK wakes up to Carlos making breakfast. It's his first time waking up in Carlos' apartment, but he hopes it's not the last.

what is a promise if not your hand in mine?

TK might not wake up, and Carlos can’t even hold his hand. TK might not wake up, and all Carlos wants to do is hold his hand.

a shoulder to sigh on

Carlos has always carried it well; but that doesn't mean he has to carry it alone.

March

the music stopped but we went on dancing

Carlos has waited and waited for a day like today; but of course, something had to go oh so wrong.

you can count on me; i'll be there

Carlos is dealing with the stress of trying to become detective; TK becomes his biggest cheerleader any way that he can.

will you bee mine?

Carlos is teaching his third grade class when he gets stung by a bee; now it seems he has no choice but to finally visit the new school nurse, TK Strand.

some like it hot

TK is determined to win the fifth annual chili cook-off; the only person standing in his way is his long-time culinary rival, Carlos Reyes.

you drive me wild

TK has to ask Carlos if he can borrow the thing most precious to him. His car.

our love’s a protective poison

Gwyneth Morgan loves her son; that is an uncontested fact. Tyler Kennedy Stand is his father’s son; that is also, an uncontested fact. Gwyn loves her son, even though he has a tendency to act just like his father. Gwyn loves her son, even when he has a tendency to act just like his father.

i love you; i want us both to eat well

“How do you tell someone you love that they’re not good at something?” Carlos asks Nancy and Mateo. “I don’t know,” Mateo shrugs. “Nancy’s good at everything.” “Aw,” Nancy croons. “Babe, you’re so good at telling the truth.”

April

you've made so very happy

TK stabs his fork into a leafy green. “That was my friend, Cash. We’re having our high school reunion next month and one of the planning committee members dropped out last minute. He asked if I could fill in.” “You’re going to your high school reunion?” Marjan asks, wiping her fingers on her napkin. “You have a friend named Cash?” Paul is quick to follow up, both clearly focused on different things.

home is wherever i'm with you

Carlos says, “I love you” in so many different ways, and TK loves each and every one of them.

when life gives the lemons

Carlos starts, "So, I was in the neighborhood." TK’s eyebrows furrow, confused by what his husband is doing. “Carlos we’re married, we live together, this is our neighborhood. Why wouldn't you be here?” “Just go with it, babe.” Carlos says through a tired smile or TK is helping Jonah sell lemonade during a hot summer day. They're not having any luck with customers until Carlos decides to walk by.

this side of paradise

“It’s just, it’s our honeymoon.” Carlos explains. “Oh,” He can hear Grace perk up on the other end. “Where did you two decide to go? Cancun, Bali, Tuscany?” Grace draws out the y of Tuscany, hoping that’ll be the answer. “That’s the thing,” Carlos admits, “We haven’t.” “Oh.” He can hear Grace slightly deflate on the other end.

all my blood for the sweetness of his laugh

TK laughs and it sounds genuine and true. Carlos can’t help but smile, he feels like the sun has cracked open inside him. He feels a warmth inside himself that’s hot to the touch.

hooked on you

“Nancy,” Nancy looks up at the call of her name. TK is standing in front of her, both hands on his hips. Nancy releases a thin sigh. “Oh no.” Nancy knows what that pose means. TK’s upset. After finishing off the last sip of her coffee, Nancy asks. “What’s wrong?” “I’m upset.” TK announces as he takes space in the empty seat next to her.

May

i'd wait a million years for you

If you had told TK Strand that he would be marrying the love of his life in a place like Austin, Texas, he would have looked at you like you’d grown a second head. If you had told him that he would propose in the middle of the night, bed head and all, he would laugh and ask you, “Who do you think I am?”

June

anger has told me her real name is grief

Carlos is letting his grief manifest into anger; no matter how much he doesn't want it to.

a little taste of love

TK Strand, a florist working for the renowned flower shop, Bloom With a View, can't take his eyes off of Carlos Reyes, a baker working at Cake My Day, the bakery across the street.

July

as cute as a button

Andrea is taking TK down memory lane and they come across a koala named Kique, who happens to be missing one button eye.

we're a batch made in heaven

Carlos misses TK; so he does what he always does. Makes cookies.

August

all's fair in love and lizards

Love comes in many shapes and forms; and sometimes, that form is a stuffed novelty toy at a carnival game

summer slipped us underneath her tongue

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

November

29 Going on 30

During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up. While TK is fine with leaving the past in the past, Carlos thinks there's no better time than the present. He thinks that TK deserves to feel the same type of love he loved watching on the silver screen, so he devotes the rest of their trip to just that. Told through a tale filled with everlasting love, a never-ending trek across New York City and the occasional painful reminder of the past, Carlos learns a little more about the city TK once called home and TK learns a little more about himself.

December

it was love at first sight

Carlos thinks love at first sight is nonsensical. Then he locks eyes with TK Strand.

the moment my heart fell

Carlos has never been more in love and it scares him. Each and every day, Carlos finds himself falling that much harder and he’s worried that one day he’ll reach the ground and never know how to get up again.

my world deeply stained by the color of you

Everything's vibrant, sparkling as if it's the debut of a color TK's never seen before. Pale grey doesn't cast over everything the way it used to and TK's afraid to close his eyes at the risk of never seeing the world's colors this way ever again.

no pressure tagging: @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @heartstringsduet, @freneticfloetry, @lightningboltreader, @orchidscript, @three-drink-amy, @bonheur-cafe, @ambiguouspenny, @never-blooms, @theghostofashton, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @sanjuwrites, @wandering-night19, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @rmd-writes , @welcometololaland and open tag to anyone who wants to share :)

[vickyyoon]

Your boy

A/n: This is my first Tumblr fanfic and since I'm new here please don't mind the mistakes. Hope yall enjoy

Genre : Angst ( fluff in the end)

Paring : keeho x fem!reader

Synopsis : you two were struggling to keep your relationship together and end up parting ways.

Warnings : second chapter coming soon

It was pouring. You were having a terrible day. The worst day of your life too maybe. You arrived late at work because of an argument with your boyfriend keeho and your classes were also hampered. Your boss yelled at you for being irresponsible and lazy.

You were definitely exhausted. Your body ached everywhere. You were so busy, you didn't even notice the time right now. It was night and heavy rain drenched you head to toe. Yoh felt like screaming and crying. You didn't even have an umbrella with you.

Worse to say, your bus got delayed because of the rain. What were you going to do now? You walked back home ofcourse.

The door was opened by your livid boyfriend. He didn't look like he was in a good mood aswell. " Ready to take it all out on me?" you entered opening your shoes.

" What's your excuse this time? It's like the only time I get to have with you! I'll be gone again. It's not like I don't have a job Y/n" he said as you entered the shower without hearing a single word.

You couldn't care any less now. You were about to explode. You freshen up and sat down to eat with keeho.

But the dinner was silent. "what?" you poke him wanting to know if he's still mad at you.

" if it's about what I said in the morning, then I'm sincerely sorry for that. Its been rough on me too. You have to understand"

You two were arguing about keeho not having enough time to give you and now it was you not having time for him.

" I've had the worst day today. You dint even know! You can't be mad at me, Stephen!" you try to plead

" How's it may fault for your day? You can't take your anger out on people Y/n!" he said sternly

" that's true but today I was late to class because of this stupid argument and got yelled at by my professor. My boss almost fired me and asked me to take extra shifts. My bus got delayed! I was soaked in the rain Stephen! You don't go through all that, do you? Don't you ever ask me how's my day? " you said trying to make him look at you.

" No but I know that you'll always have an excuse for everything." he said.

You roll your eyes. Obviously your relationship with him hasn't been the same ever since university and both of your jobs. Seems like the world refused to give you two a break and love each other.

The next morning you don't see him by your bed. It was your day off. You called him hut his phone was silent. It was everyone's day off. You called one of his friends to know if he's with them but no one could seem to tell you where he was.

You ask another one of his friend to call him and see if he picks up. And he does.

" Keeho's a bit busy today. He'll be back home very very late. Sorry." his friend reports to you as you sigh and end the call.

What does he mean by busy? It's his break day. What was he really up to? The worst of the worst thoughts crept into your mind. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Was this really how it was going to end? You can't imagine your life without him. He's been everything. He's been there when you needed him. He's been there whenever you called him but what if he's losing this interest. What if he's tired of you. What if he found someone else who can please him.

You regret every single moment you could've done to make him happy. You wish you properly apologized to him.

When he did coms home he looked dead. You were not even complaining, you were just glad he was home. You ask him " cooked chicken and rice for dinner. Warm up."

You knew how cracked out this relationship was and you didn't want it to break. You loved him alot.

" I already ate." he responded bluntly. " then just take a shower." you said sitting down to eat by yourself.

"How was work?" you asked him as he exited the shower.

"not good" he said heading to bed. This wasn't like him but you didn't want him to get mad.

But little did you know. You would be doing this for the next few months and you were tired of listening to him rant at you for the littlest mistakes you made and how you had to forgive him. Maybe he didn't live you as much as you loved him

It was that night where your worst nightmare came true because of just a few words you said.

He came home late again, took a shower and headed to bed.

"Are you forgetting something?" you ask him leaning against the door frame of your bedroom as you watch keeho laying in bed scrolling on his phone.

" good night?" he wasnt even looking at you.

"You never say that and no. It's something else. How could you forget keeho?" you try to stay calm

" it's our anniversary?" that answer broke you into pieces. And you snapped in half. You were already done with his behavior and your life's been moving on without you but your soul keeps trying to bring him with you in your life. You wanted him in your life but how could he be so careless.

You stood straight from leaning into the door frame. Your eyes were glassy. Your glaze was blank and you stood there in disbelief.

It's not that he forgot it was your birthday and your anniversary date but that fact that he seemed to give up on you.

" I-is this one of your jokes? I mean I've been keeping quiet not to trouble you, I can see that you're tired but so am I! I'm not mad because you forgot our anniversary and my birthday. But you seem to not even know me because I would've been screaming at you since that day when you came home late. If you don't love me anymore just say it! I don't want you unhappy being with me! " you said.

He puts his phone aside and crossed his arms over his chest ready to hear your complaints.

" well I guess in just so busy I can't remember anything Y/n."

"How many more excuses will you give me? Just say it! Apologize or leave."

The second you said that you regreted the options you gave him.

And as soon as you said that he stares at you shocked. And a tear slips out from your eye but you don't dare to say another word to make this situation worse.

" Then I'm sincerely sorry." he said getting up and packing his things.

He picked both of these options....

PT 2. Coming out very soon!

[electrobeloved]

I HAVENT POSTED ANYTHING HERE YET! OH MY GOD OK- so let me begin, here was the look wednesday-

and here's a photo of me with terzo's dead body, naturally,

and I'll use this post to share my experiences- ok, so! we came much later than I'd preferred, but I still managed barricade (thanks to the 2 people in front of me that let me just. squeeze on in there, sorry guys) right where I wanted it, too. center right corner.

but anyways, once I got to the line people cheered for me 😭 because they loved the dress- I love ghost fans so much you all warm my heart. they cheered and applauded *sobbing* but in line I got like. 8 kandi bracelets and a RAT a RAT MADE OF BEADS that I very awkwardly got off someone's belt (thank you rat person). everyone in queue was SO kind and funny too-

I managed to get in with little struggle and got to the lounge early, too, which was SO NEAT and I got some photoooss and some free lemonaaadde and saw some cool peoplllee but tried to skidaddle out as early as I could which was right in time to be lined up in proper (prior queue) order for the pit. I was about 98th.

I moved from 3rd row to barricade during amon's set, which was AMAZING I'm SO GLAD they played deceiver of the gods fr. we also had enough room in the pit to sit down for the row pit ehe.

and MAN. the compliments on the dress and my face were all night long I mean. I could cry hhhhh- and people gave me trinkets, you guys are like little birds bringing me shiny rocks and I EAT IT THE FUCK UP THANK YOU. I miss my ghesties. I have no idea if anyone here on tumblr was at that show and approached me but if you did I adore you, thank you so much. I feel so violently welcomed at rituals, more so than I have anywhere else. I can't wait until next time.

but once ghost came on...dude. so much. happened. I was looked at by almost every ghoul, I swear, Papa looked at me a good bit too, RAIN THREW ME A PICK! and he threw it wonderfully, perfect aim, and I caught it perfectly. shit was crazy how the hell did I do that- sodo was so much more menacing in person, naturally, but I still think he's a silly goober. got a lot of great shots of him which I'll share in the next post

anyway- got a pick, its lovingly covered in dirt, gonna put it in a necklace, a girl next to the person beside me got ciriced, I felt like a proud teenaged mother, giggled like a true teenage girl a bunch of other times, papa very poetically stared at me through dance macabre confetti, I REALLY hope someone's posting the full show on youtube man PLEASE I need to see rain chucking me that pick heh.

but FUCK. WHAT A GOOD ASS NICE ASS NIGHT DUDE. alright. I'll shut up now but SHIT ok I'll go post some videos for you lmfao

[timeoverload]

I don't even know what to say right now. I have been so confused the past couple days. I'm not even angry, just frustrated. I'm mostly frustrated with myself. I'm not sure how to explain how I feel. Yesterday I didn't really feel like being on the computer because I had a migraine. My eyes are bothering me still and I haven't rescheduled my eye appointment because I've been worried about other stuff. I wasn't ignoring you. I have felt sort of burned out with tumblr because I spend most of my free time on here and it has been a struggle to find anything worth sharing. I want to enjoy being on here but I have to take breaks occasionally.

Saturday definitely didn't go the way I expected it to. I kept getting the vibe that you didn't want me to say anything while I was there so I didn't. It's a little confusing when you keep pretending like you don't know anything about me but I know you are lying. You aren't a very good liar. You keep asking me the same questions and I know you already know the answers to them. I thought I knew what I wanted to say to confront you about stuff but I was wrong. It seemed like you were anxious and wanted to get me out of there quickly. I didn't understand because you kept trying to get me to come see you and I did what you asked me to do.

It didn't help that I was extremely overstimulated and I sort of shut down so that's part of the reason why I was quiet. It was just very loud in there at the time and there were so many people talking. Sometimes that makes it difficult for me to think. It's not very romantic when there are tons of people around so that was also discouraging me from saying anything.

I feel like such an idiot because I don't understand social cues sometimes. I'm not sure how to make it easier for myself. I think this whole experience has made me more self-aware at least. I wish socializing wasn't so difficult for me. I'm lucky I mask very well otherwise I'm not sure how I would get through the day. That is something that I had to teach myself when I was growing up and it has taken a lot of practice. Most people don't even know I'm doing it. I've learned that sometimes I can communicate more effectively through writing than I can when I'm speaking out loud. I think that's part of the reason I struggle with learning languages too. I don't want to be like this. I'm not trying to make excuses but I'm wired differently and I can't change that. I still try very hard to understand.

I think I was also just really tired. I feel like shit all the time and my anxiety was making it worse. I was trying to act normal. Coming to see you on walk-in days is definitely a challenge for me but you are worth it. I get up at like 5am to get ready because I don't want to look like a mess when I come see you. I also have to give myself time to wake up. It's a whole process. I'm not normally that high maintenance but I care about what you think. I waited outside for 2 hours and got rained on. I wouldn't do that for anyone else.

Anyway, I'm sorry if I got your hopes up for nothing but maybe next week will be better. I'm still glad I got to see you for a little while and I love my new tattoo.

Thank you for sending me lots of love today. It made me smile. I appreciate you all. 💖

It has been a long day. I'm glad I didn't have to do much teaching because I had 28 cases. Mondays always suck because I have to wash more stuff. I was frustrated because there were more eye surgeries on the schedule than anything else. Everyone was sitting around on their phones while I was running around. I was happy that at least someone was available to cover my breaks so I didn't have to rush. I ended up having to stay late because the last eye case didn't get done until 5:45. The evening team lead called in so I had to make sure everything was under control before I left.

I am lacking motivation this week but I'm trying to push myself to keep going anyway. My back was feeling better for a little while but now it's bothering me again. My arthritis starts flaring up more once it starts getting cooler outside so I'm not looking forward to that.

I think I will probably have to stay late tomorrow because the schedule looked bad. There's a case that doesn't start until after 5 and I know it's going to take a while. I'm not even going to get upset about it because I'm used to it at this point.

It's already getting late and I need to get ready for bed. I'm so out of it right now and I'm not sure if I can focus much longer. Unfortunately I still have things I need to do tonight. I haven't eaten anything for dinner yet so I should probably do that too. It would be nice if I could go to sleep at a decent time but I don't think that's going to happen now. I hope that tomorrow is a good day.

[ethereal-writes]

Until You're Ready (Ft. Beelzebub and GN!MC)

Warnings: Season one spoilers, mentions of death and murder, panic attacks, implied romantic relationship.

Length: 1.4k words

Genre: Angst, hurt, comfort.

Summary: You've been avoiding Beel ever since Belphie's return. He wants to know why.

This fic is part 3 of an ongoing series of oneshots, here are the links to the other parts:

 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here) |  

Hey, look who's still active! (It's me :D) So...this is actually my 100th post on this blog! So I figured it was only right to continue the series of one-shots regarding lesson 16. If you were one of my early followers, you'll know that 'Selfish' was the first post I ever made on this blog. (Except maybe those ones I made trying to figure out how to use Tumblr I don't remember if that was before or after. They're deleted now. I'm sorry if you had to see those-)

Anyways, I tried to tag the right warnings, but if I missed one, please feel free to let me know! I hope you enjoy the story!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

The week Belphie came back, everything was off.

Lucifer would always brush against you before you left the house.

Mammon somehow managed to be even more protective, keeping an arm around your waist at all times and growling whenever someone got too close. Including his brothers.

Levi hated leaving the house, but he would always go with you if no one else could.

Satan cut his reading time in half and spent more of it with you.

Asmo would spend less time out, and more time in your room, gossiping and having spa days.

You were a lot quieter than usual, and when you were home, you never left your room. You also spent a lot more time out with the members of Purgatory Hall, the residents of the castle, or with your other friends from RAD.

All of that was unusual, but things were especially off for the twins. You were avoiding Belphegor, which was disappointing, but not surprising.

You avoiding Beel was both.

He could definitely understand why Belphie wasn’t at the top of your hang-out list, but why were you shutting him out too?

Had he done something wrong too?

He wanted to find out.  

Nothing in his recent memory seemed bad enough for this level of tension between you two. He accidentally ate your yogurt the other day, but you assured him over and over again that it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

And now that he was thinking about it, that whole yogurt thing didn’t happen until after you were already acting strange.

Well, it doesn’t really matter what caused it, does it? The fact is, you were avoiding him, and he wanted to find out why so he can could go back to spending time with you.

 Finally outside your door, he faintly heard Lucifer’s voice. Sounded like he was assisting you with one of your latest homework assignments.

Hopefully you wouldn’t mind his interruption.

He knocked a few times.

“Who is it?” You called tentatively.

“It’s Beel.”

“Alright,” you answered, prompting him to come in.

As expected, you and Lucifer were seated at the large wooden desk in your room.

“We need to talk,” he informed you. He glanced at his older brother for a split second, then back to you. “Alone.”

Lucifer looked to you, a silent question. You rolled your eyes, waving your hand as if you were literally trying to brush off his concern.

Lucifer scoffed, gathering his papers. “Very well. I’ll be on my way. I’ll be in my study if you need me,” though that last comment was more directed towards you than Beel.

You realized Beel hadn’t moved from his position, so you moved from your desk to his bed. You scooted to one side, then patted the space next to you.

Beel sat down, though he was cautious not to sit too close to you. Not till he figured out what was wrong.

“So…what’s up?” You asked, giving him a slightly-off smile.

He figured it would be easiest to just come out and ask the question that’s been bothering him the past week. “Have you been avoiding me?”

There was a beat of silence, and your gaze fell to the floor.

“It’s…been a really weird week.” That much was true. Your circumstances were pretty much one of a kind. “There’s been…a lot happening.”

You fell into thought for a moment, then shook yourself out of it. You can’t dwell on…that for very long or you would fall apart it.

“Ahaha.” You let out the most unconvincing laugh, shaking your head. “Anyways, I’m sorry if I’ve been weird.”

“That’s the thing. It’s just me and Belphie-“ you visibly flinch at his name “-who…you’re acting weird with…is this about Belphie?”

The second he asked that, he felt stupid. Of course it was.

The look on your face shows that he hit the nail on the head. “It…it’s complicated,” you answered. Your smile was becoming faker by the second.

“Could you try?” he prompted.

You opened your mouth, then just a quickly closed it. You shook your head, the smile dropping off your face completely .

He didn’t know if this was better or worse.

He waited a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“I know you’re happy Belphegor is back.” That wasn’t a question, that was a fact that both of you knew.

He nodded, encouraging you to continue.  

 “Which makes sense. He’s your brother, and…I don’t blame you for being excited about his return.” You paused. “But like…I just…can’t with him right now,” you said, unable to phrase it any better. “Honestly, I kind of wish I just left-“ You cut yourself off, cringing.  

“Left him up there?” He finished your sentence, though there was no judgement. Just understanding.

You looked..almost ashamed. “Yeah.” Your voice broke, but you continued. “And I know you’re excited he’s back, but I don’t want to…think about him, like, at all right now.”

Beel scooted closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards him. “That’s fair.”

“You think so?” You sounded surprised.

He smiled sadly, though you couldn’t see it. “I love Belphie, but I love you too. And it makes me mad when people hurt people I love. Even if I love them too. If you’re mad at Belphie, that’s okay.”

“Mad doesn’t quite cover it,” You mumbled.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“…honestly?” You asked.

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay.” You paused. “I’m mad at him because he hurt me. I’m mad at myself because I was stupid enough to trust him. I’m… scared, because…I’m scared it’ll happen again. You’d think with the amount of times I’ve almost been killed would’ve gotten me used to it, but…nope,” you exhaled hard, a weak laugh at something that really wasn’t funny. “…I think the worst part is that I miss him.”

“You do?” Beel asked. “I know where he is, if you want to see him.”

Your response was instant, freezing up and clutching him tightly. “No, no, no, I don’t want to,” you repeated insistently.

This wasn’t what he was trying to do.

He immediately settled back on the bed. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He pulled you with him so you two were cuddling against the pillows. “Maybe I misunderstood what you meant.”

You nodded, trying to slow your breathing. You hadn’t quite crossed the line to a full-on panic attack, so it wasn’t as hard as it could’ve been.

He rubbed your arm soothingly, and eventually your iron grip on his shirt ceased.

“I’m not making you see him if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want,” you managed to gasp out after a second.

“Message received.” He flashed a thumbs up as double confirmation.

“Okay.”

There was another pause before you spoke again.

“What I meant was, I miss the version of him that I knew. I don’t even know how much of it was actually him, and how much of it was a façade.”

“I do,” Beel said, causing you to shoot him a questioning glance. “You know Belphie and I share a telepathy link, right?”

You nodded.

“That means I can tell when he’s lying.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Is there anything you want to know?”

“Is he sorry?” Your reply was instant.

“He is,” he answered. “He’s…so sorry.” Beel could’ve told you for certain that the guilt ate his brother alive, but he didn’t want to guilt-trip you either. “He wants to apologize, but he’s not sure how he would even start. He’s not sure you’d even want him to.”

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Beel said. “He’s the one who’s in the wrong here. He can wait for an answer until you’re ready to give one.”

You nodded, grateful for his acceptance. “Thank you.”

Beel hesitated before he spoke again. “And honestly, if you ever do decide to talk to him, I’ll be there to support you. And only you. I’m on your side with this.” He tugged you closer, gently kissing your forehead.  

“That…that means a lot,” you said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of your head. “Now…I hate to ruin the moment, but I’m starting to get a little hungry…” his stomach growled.

You giggled, wiping away the tears you didn't know had fallen. “Okay. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

“You’re okay with leaving your room?” He asked.

You looked a little unsure, but nodded anyways. “Promise to stay with me, though?”

“Of course.” Gently pushing you up, he sat up as well. “I’ll always stay with you. Now, come on. I want to eat some food with you.”

[3vocatio]

the thing abt one of the most <3 solomon scenes being copied word for word for diavolo is just so. it's not even insane or unbelievable to me it's just extremely irritating like these are genuinely such wonderful characters in a wonderful setting how are the devs messing up on the writing bit THIS bad.

idm the fan service because like... otome game & all that but also that doesn't mean that they can't have a compelling plot and good writing to go with it????? especially in events like clearly they keep trying to include every single character and it just. doesn't work. and there are just SO MANY events too like if you're playing for non-plot purposes it's still so goddamn annoying because let the players breathe 😭

idk i just wish the writing quality in the game would improve at the very least. like it's fine if it's 'cringe' or wtv at least come up with original and decent plots instead of just repeating the same things over and over again yk?

sorry about the rant i've just been really pissed about this lately in the game 😭

oh my GOSH raaz solomon is the last person the obm devs haven't messed up (+ the new side characters, specifically mephistopheles) and i'm so terrified of the obm devs ruining him like they did everyone else...

in this new steampunk event, the locked route is SPECIFICALLY being catered for whales. unlocking the chapters was easy to build up to, but now you need 15 keys off the bat to continue, and i feel like it's heavily reflective of how indifferent the devs are towards actually doing their own characters justice. everything is meant to serve their whales, bring in more revenue, and sit comfortably even when they know they're angering their own fanbase by rubbing salt in the wound (i.e. making satan self-aware of his cat obsession, solomon outwardly expressing discomfort for the erasure of his humanity from other characters).

the devs are growing to completely disregard their own story, slapping together some fanservice in the main story when most of their fanbase can't even reach that point. why not serve your veterans & those who financially support you with consistent & cathartic story arcs? why not balance everyone, everything?

so i share your frustrations: obey me has been spiraling down in quality for a long time. i think that the last time i've been satisfied with the story was during season 2, when the fandom wasn't as big, and people were invested in figuring out what'll happen next because everything was cleverly panning out to a huge event: the dagger scene with lucifer. people didn't know what to make of simeon's play, and i remember when people theorized that the play would parallel a huge event near the end of the season... and we were right! and so many people were genuinely happy with the story being able to keep their interest and keep them on their toes.

now, there is a severe lack of anything reminiscent of holding anyone's interest, even the veterans, even me. i would woefully log onto tumblr as season 4's lessons rolled around every week, and would share everyone else's disappointment when we gradually accepted the fact that the story was easy to predict given how lazy the devs had become. i want them to take their time so badly, to give us quality over quantity, but with solmare now becoming so big with their new cash cow, obey me, compared to their previous cliche otome games, i think they've allowed the success to get to them.

thoughts of “it's an awful game, i hope no one plays it” and “it's a nice game to play, i can't wait to share my thoughts” are two things that can coexist, albeit shaped into something more along the lines of “it's a horrendous game that i can bond over with friends” once you find yourself being sucked deeper into it.

i don't think i'll stop playing anytime soon, because as i told someone in the past, “[it has] flavor in all of its terrible, atrocious glory”. i'm able to use concepts & ideas that the story gives me and, in my eyes, i get to make it better. i get to share my thoughts with like-minded people like you, and everyone jumps on the inspiration bandwagon. people bond over the same failures that makes us frustrated, and that's one of the few reasons i have any semblance of gratitude for obey me.

[peanutpinet]

Trouble In Paradise (Yuzuru Hanyu x Reader)

Request: "I was thinking of figure skater!reader x Yuzuru Hanyu, where they are dating and doing Fantasy on Ice. One night, where reader is especially exhausted she gets into an argument with him. During the following show, the audience and fellow skaters notice that something is wrong especially after she gave up her place as the first jumper at the end to Evgenia when Alina wanted to do it and she tried to stay as far away from Yuzuru the whole show when he tried to make amend with her. Later that night, they reconcile. The next day, it was in every news that reader prefers Evgenia over Alina and was in conflict with Yuzuru. So reader has to make an official "apology" to explain that she was exhausted" - @thehappygrungelife

A/N: this is actually my first request from Tumblr and I'm very grateful to the person who asked for a request and I really hope I do it a justice

Warning: angst + fluff (happy ending), some cursing and heated argument

It was another day of practice for FaOI (Fantasy on Ice) and for some reason, you were not in your best shape. You would constantly be off beat compared to others and even when it was your turn to practice your performance, it was all but good; it wasn't even near your "ok" performance.

Okay, maybe it wasn't because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. The other day you've been pushing yourself quite hard and it was the first day of your period. To top it off? The only thing your boyfriend, Yuzu did was telling you that it'll be alright and one bad day won't do any harm since everyone has those days.

I mean, who could blame him, practice isn't always easy when you're not into it. The whole entire day, you just prayed that practice would be over as soon as possible but of course, the more you want time to go by, the longer it actually is.

After what feels like days, practice was finally over and you were all dismissed to go back to your hotel. But despite feeling rough, you decided to wait for Yuzu since you just wanted to sulk and complain to him. But when you saw Yuzu talking with other female skaters, you decided to just leave in your grumpy state.

Throughout the rest of the day, you kept on ignoring all the notifications you got from Yuzu. Every message, every phone call, you ignored them all. Until you heard a knock on the door to your hotel room. Thinking it was the room service you ordered but it turns out to be a not pleased Yuzu.

"Where were you? I've called you so many times. Did you even check your phone?!" Yuzu questioned, his tone was immediately an octave higher

"It was charging. I'm trying to not look at my phone too much. It stresses me out" you shrugged, going back to your bed and looking at your laptop

"What's the difference with your laptop then?! You know what, never mind. Do you know how worried I was?! I thought something happened to you" Yuzu sighed, stress combing his hair

"Oh, now you noticed. I'm fine. Thanks for asking. You should head back and rest. Our show is literally tomorrow" you mentioned, not looking away from your laptop

"What's with you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?!" Yuzu started to get worried

"Nothing much. Just another tiring day. I'm serious Yuzu, just go. You need your rest too" you replied, sighing

"Why? Why are you pushing me away?! We barely talked today" Yuzu complained

"I'm just tired and on my period. Can we please not have this conversation. I don't want to lash out at you" you sighed, getting up from the bed

"Why? Why would you lash out? C'mon, let's just talk. I'm worried about you" Yuzu mentioned, taking your hands in his

"Why don't you just go back to the other skaters. I really am not in the mood to talk. Just go" you groaned, letting your hands go

"This talk isn't over (Y/N). You can be mad at me but we still have to talk it through. Get some rest, alright?" Yuzu sighed in defeat, leaving you in your room

Oh how you wish you could just make the whole week go by as fast as Thanos' snap. But, like it or not, you just have to face it and get through cause eventually it'll all be over.

Unfortunately, the other skaters and even the audience knew that something was wrong. Your typical bubbly and enthusiastic self was nowhere to be seen. Sure, you managed to perform your skating until the end, but it seems something was off. Your expression didn't lie.

What threw it off even more is when you were supposed to be the first jumper before the closing but you decided to let Zhenya do it, telling her that you weren't feeling well and your period cramps were acting up more than the usual and because Zhenya was the closest to you.

After the performance was over, there were many words going around and the media started to bring up some news about you preferring Zhenya over Alina to do the first jump. When the news started to blow up, Yuzu was the first to try to find you and talk about why you did what you did; not only that, he also wanted to talk about why you've been avoiding him since last night and even during the whole event.

However, the second the staff told everyone to go backstage, you were the first to leave the stage because your period cramps were getting unbearable and you quickly excused to be able to go back to the hotel on your own, trying to get away from the media who were plastering questions to why you decided to give your first jump spot to Zhenya.

Over on Yuzu's side, his eyes were traced on you throughout the whole show. Especially when you gave up your first jump spot for someone else when you normally are enthusiastic to do it. When Yuzu saw you quickly going backstage, he didn't hesitate to follow you. Calling out for you and asking you to talk but he lost sight of you and you eventually went out of the room before he could get to you, sparking another drama for the media.

Throughout the rest of the day, you just shut any kind of way for people to contact you and just passed out since the period cramps were getting to you. You didn't know how long you've been sleeping until you heard several, no, multiple knocks on your door that could probably be heard throughout the floor you were staying.

Grunting, you finally woke up and headed towards the door, opening it and revealed Yuzu, your boyfriend and the person you honestly don't really want to talk to but at the same time, relieved that it was him instead of someone else. Sighing, you knew that you were going to have the talk sooner or later. So, you finally let him in, telling him that you just woke up.

"Before you ask anything. I just woke up" you mentioned, closing the door as Yuzu came in

"What happened? Are you sick? You didn't seem too well. If you were sick, you could've said so instead of pushing yourself and not putting on your best performance" Yuzu started to lecture

"Yuzu..." you mumbled

"Like honestly. I was worried. We're all worried about you but you kept pushing us away" Yuzu argued

"Yuzu!! Stop!!" you raised your voice back

"No. Look, I get it if you're tired but that doesn't mean you should just push people away" Yuzu argued back

"YUZURU HANYU!! I SAID. STOP IT" you shouted, stunning Yuzu since he never saw you this angry

"Please. I'm already tired from a stressful week and my period just came yesterday and the cramps were unbearable even when I've taken medication" you sighed, plopping back on your bed as Yuzu follows you

"Not only that. I was hoping to be able to have a night of just the both of us yesterday but you were talking to other skaters and I don't want to seem so clingy or anything. I also don't want to be mad at you since my mood swings during my period is not the greatest. But guess the media thought otherwise" you explained

"Hey, hey, look at me. Why didn't you say anything? No one would've ever thought something like that, hmm? Especially me. You're not clingy at all. I actually like it you know. Makes me feel more loved and wanted. It's actually one of the things I like about you. What bout letting Zhenya jump first? Was it also because of your period?" Yuzu softly asked, holding your hands in his as he kneeled in front of you

"Yea. And Zhenya was the closest to me. I swear there's no hate going around or anything" you replied, sighing

"Alright. Let's not worry about that. We can deal with the media tomorrow. I'm just glad that you're alright. Please tell me whenever you don't feel well or if something doesn't sit right with you, okay? No matter what reason it is. No matter if you think it's silly, I want to hear about it. We're in this together. Whatever your problem is, it's my problem too and I want to help you" Yuzu reminded, holding your hand tightly in his

"Okay. I'm sorry for making you and everyone else worry" you mumbled

"It's alright. Just don't hide anything from me anymore okay? Now let's just rest. I'll help you deal with the media tomorrow, hmm?" Yuzu mentioned, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead

"Are you staying?" you murmured, looking into his eyes

"If you want me to. If not, I'll just stay until you're asleep" Yuzu replied, patting your head

"You can stay. I don't feel like I'll be able to sleep anytime soon since I did just take a long nap" you mentioned

"Alright. Then I'll stay here to comfort you. Let's just watch a film, hmm? I'll order some room service" Yuzu mentioned, going over to the phone to call for room service but you stopped him

"Thank you, Yuzu. I really am lucky to have you" you smiled, looking at Yuzu with eyes full of love

"And I am too. I'm thankful to have you as well. Thankful that you're able to make me warmer and more open to others" Yuzu giggled, taking your hand and kissing it

In the end, the both of you just cuddled up in your bed and watched some movies to end the night, thanking the universe for bringing the both of you together. Because, in the end of the day, no matter what difficult situations you may face, with the right person, you can get through it.

A/N: @thehappygrungelife I hope that I did your request a justice and hope that you like it :)

[oh-my-damn]

BESTIE I'D ASK YOU ALL OF THEM QUESTIONS CAUSE I LOVE SNOOPING AROUND IN THAT BRILLIANT REDHEAD OF YOURS BUT THESE WILL DO FOR NOW 🥰 NO IDEA WHY IM SCREAMING BTW 😅

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

LUB YOU 💋💋💕💕

HI BESTIE

Reposted this just for you hehehehehehe

Okie lets do it !

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

Yes, ofc I have ! I draw inspiration from many of the amazing works I read, but one particularly triggered my inspiration for Highways & Heatstrokes !

It's @onsunnyside Flamingo King ! It was back when she'd only posted the first part, and I remember reading that part and just being so HUNGRY for more. Right after reading it, I just so happened to watch Midnight in the Switchgrass with Megan Fox and there's a scene with a truck driver picking up a girl from the side of the road. And that legit triggered it. I couldn't have stopped myself from writing Trucker Ari even if I wanted to, but Sonny's description of the heat and warmth just really kicked my mind right to that dusty highway. If anyone is unfamiliar with Sonny's work I recommend to go read her entire masterlist right the fuck now bc she is phenomenal.

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

LMAO you probably do know this answer, bestie ! The Stranger is a big fave of mine. I don't think I'd be able to write that many chapters if I didn't thoroughly love it. I love the story, and Chramelia, they're my comfort couple. I also really enjoy writing Diplomatic Negotiations and enjoy(ed) writing Highways & Heatstrokes (that series finished way too quick for me !!)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

I think that was my mini series for Mace ! Sunshine was one of my first works on here (actually, the drabble in that series is the very first piece of writing I wrote specifically for tumblr, and also what triggered the series). A strong contestant would also be my Curtis Everett mini series, Angel. Wrote that sucker within a weeks time, ish.

I also finished H&H pretty quick (too quick imo) but I do believe those other two were faster lmao.

OH and for one shots its definitely Guilty Pleasures !!! I wrote that bitch in ONE SITTING. Literally took an hour. I was astounded lmaoooo

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

Of course honey!! Sneak peek from the next part of Sweet Heartache coming up!

"Is that my shirt?"

His voice is still a little groggy from sleep, but his wording feels stern, which concerns you. You glance down at the button up before you meet his piercing gaze again, "Oh, uh, yeah, I found it. I'm sorry, I can go change. I shouldn't have-"

"No," he interrupts, shaking his head, "No, don't go change."

Your brows raise as you tilt your head, looking at him curiously, "Okay, I won't.. Are you okay? You seem off."

"I'm good," Andy replies calmly, and then he finally moves from his former spot, taking just a few strides until he's right in front of you. Your eyes dart down to his bare chest, taking in his defined torso and the hair covering it, trailing down to his waist as he stands before you in only his boxers.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip when you spot the large bulge, only covered by the thin fabric, and it makes you immediately dart your eyes back up to meet his.

"I like you in my shirt," he murmurs, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You look good."

You smile, "Thank you, I uhm.. I like wearing it."

"Good," he hums, large hands reaching out to grip your hips. You take a step closer when he guides you, looking up at him teasingly when he smirks.

Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, your smile teasing, "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah," he breathes out, his eyes seemingly turning darker as he watches you intensely, "Yeah, somethings on my mind."

Within a second, his lips are on yours, and you let out a surprised squeak when his hands quickly find your ass to hoist you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you kiss him urgently, his fingers digging into your ass while he walks over to the dining table.

Thank you for asking me about my fics my sweet bestie!! <3 <3

[k-s-morgan]

I'm pretty curious: what are your thoughts on Bedelia? Because I personally really disliked her and was honestly shocked when I discovered how many people on tumblr not only disagree but actually see her as a role model? Like, for me, she has no positive qualities. You could say she's curious and brave but no, she's just indecisive. She's curious in theory but when real life comes it turns out she's not brave enough for what she was curious about and also not brave enough to get out of it, so

she's always stuck somewhere in the middle, constantly biting off more than she can chew and convincing herself that she's there by her own choice and calculation. I think that in many situations she wants to see herself and so poses as someone way superior than is the case. And ok, she is smart, but because of her other flaws, she doesn't act on it. People glorify so much her outsmarting Hannibal after Florence but like, she could've just get him arrested at any moment?

She didn't need all these charades, she wasn't supervised. Or of course she could've just shot him or call FBI in Mizumono. And then she tries to act all superior with Will, but gets everything wrong with who was behind the veil, and the talk about being naked? The fact that she shows different emotions doesn't mean she hidden them so well but rather that she doesn't have such devastating emotions as Will. She showed plainly how unprepared she was to go there and how despite what she thinks of herself she doesn't fit Hannibal's nietzschean superhuman concept. For me Alana for example is a strong woman here, who learns and works over her trauma. Bedelia is too self-absorbed to even admit she made any mistakes. I'm sorry this ask grew into such monstrosity but I felt the need to explain my point of view and I would really love to hear someone's else (whose analysis I really respect) perspective because it's been seriously baffling me for a long time now

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Hello! This is such an interesting ask, I really enjoyed hearing your thoughts on Bedelia. I agree with your analysis, although funnily, it's because of this that I like Bedelia :D She's definitely no role model in general, and I disagree with Bryan that she's the smartest character because I don't think any of her actions indicate it.

You are right, Bedelia is a very self-absorbed character. She's also self-sustained: I feel like she could happily live her whole life as the only person on Earth. She's cold and calculating; she has a high self-esteem and a painfully strong sense of curiosity - the problem is, it's mostly theoretical in nature. For example, Bedelia enjoys the idea of taking life, and she seems to have enjoyed the actual moment of it, but what comes next terrifies her. She doesn't like the consequences, she doesn't like the blood; she's scared about being caught and readily asks for help from a man who set this whole situation up. What fascinated her in theory turned out to be much uglier in practice, so she quickly retired and chose to isolate herself to avoid doing something like this again. She follows the same pattern of behavior with Hannibal.

Bedelia always knew that Hannibal is dangerous, but she still continued therapy with him, genuinely trying to understand him, too fascinated to back off. She says she tried to refer him to another doctor, but based on their interactions, she truly enjoys sessions with him, likely because she feels in control. In S1, when Hannibal reaches out, she backs away, never letting him close but keeping him interested enough to keep him coming to see her. It’s like she’s playing a game of her own, getting to know this man in a person suit, understanding she’s the only one he can more or less confide in, and enjoying her power. But the balance begins to shift when Will appears and when Bedelia realizes she underestimated the depth of Hannibal’s depravity. Hannibal is focused on Will entirely now, he doesn’t need Bedelia all that much, and she doesn’t like it because losing Hannibal’s interest means becoming disposable. Things become too real, so she freaks out and runs.

Another shift comes when she sees him after Mizumono and agrees to escape with him. Bedelia thinks she holds control again: Will is gone, Hannibal is a wreck who desperately needs council, and she feels confident about her own importance. Hannibal tells her, “I never found you to be lacking,” which she likely takes as a certainty that she’s never been disposable, after all. In that shower scene, it’s obvious how she gradually relaxes and becomes lazily arrogant. She thinks she can step forward now, getting to know Hannibal even better, behind the veil, being the one who’ll gather the pieces of him, and also satisfying her curiosity along with a morbid and mostly latent fascination with darkness, as well as basking in knowledge that someone as dangerous and unique as Hannibal needs her.

All these motivations are gone as soon as she understands that Hannibal is not only not over Will but that he’s also casually planning to kill her (in E1 of S3). She didn’t expect it, based on her reaction, at least not this soon. That’s where Bedelia starts another game with the aim to survive. But like you mentioned, even then, she's not just fighting to win - she's fighting for a good and comfortable life for herself.

Bedelia is afraid of going to prison and she is afraid of alienating Hannibal. She doesn't know if Hannibal will actually be caught, and that's why she tries to stay in the middle: she's setting him up, but covertly, sitting in front of the cameras instead of going to the police directly. Later, she tries hard to stay interesting and get Hannibal to support her alibi - Bedelia has no desire to be on the run forever. She wants her comfortable life back. The second she has it, when Hannibal is locked away, she relaxes and exploits him to earn more money and get more attention. She doesn't need people, not really, but at the same time, she enjoys being needed by them.

She overestimates herself repeatedly, like she does with Hannibal and then with Will. She cannot bear the thought that Hannibal considers her disposable while worshipping the ground Will walks on - it offends her, so she's starting talking to Will to get a better grasp on him and see for herself how he's irrelevant and Hannibal is just stupid for being fixated on him. Alas, she's wrong, and this time, she becomes dinner because in many ways, Will is an even more dangerous opponent than Hannibal.

I love Bedelia, though - I consider her a very interesting character exactly because of her flaws. It's fascinating to me how she considers herself superior and yet ends up being fatally wrong about so many important things; I also find her preference of theory to practice, observation to participation unusual and interesting.

[widows-writings]

Happy Ending

Chapter 2

Chpt 1.

Summary: Summary: An old friend of Bruce's comes back after being gone for over 20 years. She was kidnapped, created into a weapon. When Talia loses her home and almost her life, she moves in with Alfred and Bruce. Talia decides to take sides with Batman to figure out more about who was trying to kill her, which blurs the lines between the secret life that both Bruce and Talia share. After finding out his secret of who he was and what he knew, Talia finds herself, living the life that she wanted, away from all these secrets. A life with Bruce Wayne. A life where they are happy and Gotham is what it should have been. The thing is, it's not a fantasy and it's not real life, it's somewhere in between. Bruce has to try and get to her as both himself and as Batman before the people that are trying to kill Talia complete their goal.

a/n: No, this wasn't by popular demand, I just fucked up enough and I wanted to be nice, I might just post another chapter tomorrow, but I haven't really been working on this since I worked yesterday. This chapter is kind of angsty, kind of not, idk how to describe it,. It either way, it exists. So here you go. Again I'm also very sorry for the confusion that I caused with my last post because I don't know how to work Tumblr.

Warnings: Cursing, alluding to torture, trauma, kidnapping, if there is anything else, please let me know.

Words: 2,634

The next morning, she woke up. She was in her room, in her old bed. Nothing had changed, it was all the same it was, the way she left it. Even her parents didn’t change anything. They never had another kid after her. She was the only one. Talia had to rack her brain, trying to figure out what all Christopher had told her last night. The only thing she could remember was that he was happy that she was back, anything past that, she didn’t know. Talia rubbed her forehead and sat up in bed. Christopher had taken her coat, but she was still in her uniform from earlier. She made fun of Batman for how stupid he looked, she was never going to let him see this.

A uniform given to her by the people who kidnapped her, that raised her to be a fighting machine. That’s what it was. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What was she going to do? Who was she going to see? What was she going to ask? Talia was new to Gotham again, she needed to rediscover what had been lost to her, she needed to figure out where she stood. It was time for a history lesson. It was time to relearn everything about her home. If there was some guy dressed as a bat running around, what else changed?

She got out of bed and her legs dangled over the edge, her toes barely touching the ground. Talia pushed herself up and onto the floor and let her body readjust. She stretched, then let her arms fall at her sides. Talia opened the door to her bedroom and found a note on the floor, next to some clothing. They were her mother’s clothing, she would have recognized the shirt at any given moment. These were your mother’s, hopefully they fit well. Talia grabbed the clothing and closed the door and got changed.

It was nice to not be in the uniform, but part of her missed it. The uniform had been a part of her life, it had been her for years. Talia knew she had to let it go, but as she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that she needed to be something, someone else. She draped the uniform over the back of the chair and headed downstairs, following the sweet smell of chai tea. In the kitchen was Christopher, there was another man next to him, he was using a cane to prop himself up. He had a large smile on his face. Talia figured that she should know him, but nothing came to mind.

Talia looked below on her right side and saw the sitting room. There was another man sitting there. She would have sworn he was just picked up off the street. He wore clothing way too big for his frame and sunglasses. He looked hungover, but to an extreme level. Talia shook her head and walked down the stairs, sliding her way into the kitchen. She was greeted with a hug from Christopher, who kissed the side of her head and handed her a cup of chai tea. She nodded in thanks and took a sip. If she could stay there and soak in the sweet taste of what was dancing on her tongue, she would. She would stay there forever. It was the other man in the kitchen that startled her.

“Oh my dear girl, it’s good to see you.” Alfred. He sounded older. Of course he was older. “I’m happy your back, there was just something missing the entire time you were gone.”

She gave him a smile and a nod. “I’m happy to be back as well. My absence hopefully didn’t cause too many problems.”

“No matter how long you are gone, there is always going to be something missing.”

Talia gave a weak smile and took another sip of her tea. Alfred turned towards the sitting room, at the man that she swore was asleep and shook his head. He walked over and shook the man awake. He snorted awake and looked around, terrified of where he was. Alfred bent down and whispered something in his ear and Talia felt his eyes on her, even through the sunglasses. They were burning into her skin, picking her apart, trying to figure out who she was. His lips pursed and he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. Unspoken familiarity between the two of them.

“It’s Mr. Bruce Wayne, Mistress.” Christopher whispered to her.

“I care why?”

“An old friend can make adjusting easier.”

It made her sick to think that she needed to readjust to the place that she called home. What was she after all these years? A stranger? Someone that Bruce barely knew? She could be…nothing at this point. She took another sip of her tea and nodded her head. She walked over to the sitting room and sat down across the way from Bruce, trying to understand him. Figure out who he was now. He was so different from the boy that she used to know. He is hurt, unconsolable. Someone that she barely knew. She set the cup on a coaster and leaned back into the seat she was in. Alfred left almost like it was written in a script.

“You’d think they’d written it.” She muttered.

“Planned it more likely.” His voice had dropped an octave and a half since the last time she had heard him speak.

“Are you serious?”

“If I was joking I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“And where do you want to be Mr. Wayne?”

“Asleep.”

“Me too, to be completely honest. I feel like I’ve had at least 3 bottles of vodka right down the hatch.” She whispered, laughing to herself, she saw his lips twitch up.

She couldn't describe what she was feeling, it was an old, familiar feeling. She ran her fingers through her hair, smiling while looking at the ground. Bruce looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep again and Talia shook her head. She knew that Bruce needed the sleep and she would be able to catch up later, so she walked over to Alfred and Christopher and gave them both a small smile. She knew that they were going to be defeated when she told them that the conversation was being cut short, but she would make it a note to visit Bruce and Alfred in Wayne Tower.

"Alright, well you best come and visit us. It gets quite lonely in the tower." Alfred said. "Having someone to share tea with is more than a pleasure."

Talia smiled and nodded her head, looking at Christopher, who was wearing a smile, but he wasn't actually happy. She knew that he wanted her to catch up with them, hoping that it would make the news that was awaiting her easier to swallow, but he should have known that it wasn't going to go that way, she was going to fight every step of the way, she was going to do this her way or it wasn't going to get done. She was going to catch up on her own, and that was that. She didn’t need help from Bruce or Alfred, what she needed to know, she was going to learn on her own. That’s how it had to be.

Alfred gave Talia a hug goodbye and whispered that she was always welcome at their place if she needed a place to relax. Somewhere that she might be able to call a second home. She only smiled and thanked him in response. Bruce only shook her hand, but Talia could tell that there was something very different about him. Whether or not he was the playboy that everyone made him out to be, there was something there that Talia could only describe as…unmitigated pain. He was hurting and it was beyond whatever personal traumas he had faced, it was bigger. Almost as if he was shouldering the whole weight of the world on his shoulders, like he had to fix everything that was being tossed his way. She told him to get rest and to feel better, to which he only nodded.

She watched as Bruce and Alfred left, Bruce barely being able to stand from how tired he was. He really was using the money to do whatever he wanted. Whatever hangover she had, he must have had it so much worse. Talia went back into the sitting room and sat back down, grabbing her tea and taking small sips. Christopher followed her and sat down next to her, newspapers in hand. He looked nervous and Talia didn't like that, it meant that there was news that was going to be hard for her to process in that pile of papers. She had been trained to work through this, to not have grief, to not really have emotions, but there was no stopping it, she was human. She had been the worst at suppressing her emotions, but everything that had been prepped, it's almost like Christopher knew that she was going to be coming back.

The world that she knew, it really had changed to the point where it was almost unrecognizable. It was nothing like what she remembered. She knew that, she should have known that the second that she saw what happened to the Wayne Estate. How could she think, this was her home, these people had been like her family. She just wanted it all to be the same, to be the way that she left it, just like her bedroom. She knew that it wasn’t going to happen, it was an empty wish, a dream. Something she will never have, so when it came time to know what had been happening in Gotham for the last 20 years, Talia knew that she was in for some really big surprises. What she wasn’t expecting were the two that she was hit with right out of the gate.

"I'm sorry. There are things in here I wish you didn't have to know about, but I promised your mom and dad that I would tell you about everything important, starting with their death." He grabbed Talia's hand while telling her this. She squeezed it, hearing about her parents death. "The other important thing you need to know is that Bruce's parents died." That was another punch to the gut.

When her parents weren't around, Bruce's parents were there. They were here non-biological aunt and uncle. Hearing about their death was one of the harder pills to swallow, she already knew about the Batman due to their meeting the night before, but everything else, crime and all of that. It was a hard pill to swallow. She thought that things would get better, that Gotham would have been okay, but she should have known that the second she saw a man dressed as a bat, that shit had hit the fan when it came to crime. She shook her head when Christopher finished and gave him a look, her eyes filled with tears.

There was so much that she didn’t know about, so much that she missed out on. She hadn’t grown up here, she wasn’t from Gotham anymore, she was from somewhere else. The city had grown and changed so much over the years, that it was hard to call it home anymore. Talia shook her head, processing everything that had just been tossed her way. Her mind wandered, taking her back to her kidnapping, back to why she was taken. She didn’t know why. She wanted to know why, so it was the first that she asked Christopher to explain to her.

"Why did my parents give me up? Was it so I could miss all of this? Was it so I couldn't help?" She whispered.

"Your parents believed that if they sent you away, you would come back and could defend Gotham, much to what Batman is doing." Christopher told her.

"You're wrong. My parents turned me into a monster and you knew that. They didn’t send me away to protect Gotham, they sent me away to become a killing machine. Do you know what they did to me there?”

“I don’t need to be reminded.”

That was possibly the part that hurt the most. He knew what they were doing to her and he didn’t do anything. He didn’t stop them, he didn’t protect her. That was his job, he was supposed to help her, to keep her safe and he just let them take her and torture her, beat her, give her powers that she didn’t want. He let them turn her into the killing machine that she is now. She knew that he couldn’t do anything, if he even spoke out against her parents, who knows what would have happened, but still. All she could feel was pain in her heart and she wanted to get rid of it. She didn’t want to feel the emotions that she was feeling, she knew that if she let herself feel them, something bad was going to happen. She took a couple of deep breaths, letting them out as slowly as she could, hoping that it would keep her emotions at bay.

“I can’t believe you knew,” She whispered, her voice breaking. Her second time crying in the last 24 hours and it was about two very different things.

“I swore to do nothing, I swore to not interfere.”

“Yeah. Well that turned me into a monster. I’m not who I used to be.”

Talia stuck out her hand and blue mist surrounded her hand and the cup that was beside

her. She closed her fist and the glass shattered, the tea suspended in the air. This was one of the few times that she was using her powers outside of when they asked her to. When they asked her to throw the people that she was with, when she was trained in combat with the powers. To keep her at bay, they put her in a sock collar, a straight jacket and a muzzle. They treated her like an animal and he knew. He knew all along what they were doing to her and didn’t dare do a thing.

The look in Christopher’s eyes was terror. Not even he knew the extent of what they had done to her. He knew about the combat training and all of the other things, but her possessing magic abilities like this was kept from him. The woman that was sitting next to him was hurting and now he could see why. She was a lost child, she just wanted a normal life and she didn’t get one, she was tossed into training and she wasn’t given the chance to grow up, to become the adult that she was meant to be.

Christopher hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hide the fact that he was crying. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve any of this.” He struggled to say through sobs.

Talia watched as he cried in front of her. She couldn’t bear to look at him. She didn’t know who he was anymore. He was a stranger. There was hopefully one person in the world that she could talk to about this and it was Alfred, but knowing how her family and the Wayne’s talked, he more than likely knew, which meant that Bruce knew too. She was going to assume that everyone that was in her inner circle knew about what had happened to her, and it made her sick to her core.

“I don’t know you anymore.” She whispered and headed up to her room.

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[obeymebabes]

Could you do a second part to Mammon running away where the brothers run into him or track him down and they see how terrible he looks and/or they saw him drinking alcohol and just let himself go not caring what happens to himself and when he looks them in the eyes they just see how broken he truly was 💔💔💔💔 I'm a hoe for angst and I just think Mammon needs more appreciation then he gets and I apologize if you're not taking asks I'm kind of new to Tumblr

I don't think I'll ever get tired of writing angsty Mammon HCs.

Warning: Angsty angst. Sad boys. Painful.

Lucifer

When Lucifer first found his brother, he felt his heart shatter all over again.

His sense of pride was completely lost, seeing what he had done to the person he wanted to do nothing but protect.

“Mammon?” He would ask, quietly, as guilt was now visibly written all over his face.

Lucifer could physically see the emotional damage that was done when Mammon turned to him.

The pain that flashed on Mammon’s face upon seeing his elder brother really hit Lucifer hard.

That pain was quickly hidden by anger, Mammon was both pissed off yet somewhat relieved that Lucifer finally came to find him.

“What are ya doin’ here?!” Mammon would scream, eventually letting his anger break him down to tears, ending up in Lucifer’s arms begging to come back, apologizing profusely.

“Shh, it’s okay Mammon. I’m here. I am so sorry. I should have never driven you past your breaking point. Please, please come home, we miss you. I miss you.”

It’s rare to get Lucifer to the point of tears, but in this moment, with the knowledge that his brother was now safe, he was sobbing.

“I never stopped looking for you. I promise I won’t let this happen again. Please, just talk to me next time. I can’t lose you again.”

It was a heart-felt moment that they knew they both needed. 

Levi

We all know Levi doesn’t get out much, so running into his brother had completely caught him off guard.

He honestly didn’t even notice that it was Mammon.

It felt like a scene in an anime. Everything slowed down, Levi’s heart feeling the weight of his previous actions. He was frozen in shock. He hadn’t expected to ever see his brother again.

“Is it really you?” He hadn’t even noticed that he spoke out loud. 

Mammon looked just as shocked as Levi.

“What are you doing here?” Mammon questioned, trying to sound defensive, but in reality he was happy to see his otaku brother.

Levi, snapping back from his frozen state of shock, nearly ran to hug him.

He was a mess, having thought he would never see his partner in crime ever again.

This also meant that he would have a chance to get his money back.

“Hey hey whadda think you’re doin’?” Mammon was quick to try to shove off Levi, messing with him a bit.

Levi would just sit there embarrassed, fiddling with his fingers and mumbling “oh, sorry.” and then Mammon would smile, grab him, and just squeeze him.

“I’m kiddin’. I don’t think ya understand how happy I am to see ya. I’m sorry for leavin’ ya. It was wrong of me to do.” 

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve said to you. I was just jealous, you know? You’re just.. The Great Mammon, and I’m just lame old Levi.”

“Ya didn’t run away like I did, and that makes ya a lot stronger than me. I’m proud to be your brother, Levi.”

With a smile, Levi went back to squeezing Mammon, which was quickly followed by “Dude, you reak, when’s the last time you actually took a shower?”

Satan

He wasn’t the first one to notice his brother. No, instead Mammon was the first to notice him.

“Satan?” Having heard his name, he turned, seeing a very sad looking Mammon standing before him. 

“What in Devildom happened to you?” Satan couldn’t help but question him. Mammon looked terrible. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

While Satan was generally cold to his elder brother, his heart pained at the sight of him so broken. 

Without much warning, Satan went in to hug Mammon, explaining to him that he knew what it felt like to feel out of place. 

“Please, Mammon, if you ever need someone to talk to, know that I am there for you. I know I contributed to the mess, but I am sorry. I don’t mean to take it out on you the way I do. I hope you can forgive me.”

Mammon nodded, sending a smile to the Avatar of Wrath.

With a smile, he ruffles Mammon’s hair.

“Besides, I can’t keep pranking Lucifer without you.” 

Asmo

Running into Mammon while he was out shopping was not the way he wanted to see his brother that he felt responsible for driving away.

Upon seeing him, Asmo nearly collapses, dropping his bags, his eyes watering, chest tightening.

He was temporarily frozen in time, right until Mammon caught his gaze, Asmo then lost it.

The Avatar of Lust was now sobbing in the middle of the shopping plaza, but he quickly wiped his tears, launching himself at his brother. 

“Oh Mammon I never thought I’d see you again! I am so so sorry.” 

Mammon was incredibly confused at the heartwarming actions from the brother that he thought hated him most. 

“Asmo? Are ya alright?” 

Holding Mammon’s shoulders, looking at him through watery eyes, Asmo nodded, smiling.

“I never should have said such awful things to you. You are my brother, and no matter how much you get under my skin, please know that I will always love you.” 

With a sign, and a few tears, Mammon nodded, finally giving in and being the one to pull his brother into a hug.

Asmo let out a soft chuckle, letting go to wipe his eyes and retrieve his bags that he dropped moments ago.

“How about I treat you to a makeover? You look like you could use one. Hehe.~” 

Beel

He had seen Mammon lingering around the outside of a restaurant, practically digging through the trash for what he could only assume were food scraps.

Feeling a heavy weight on his heart, he quickly went inside to buy a whole slew of items for both himself and his struggling brother.

When he returned outside, he headed over to his brother, letting out a soft cough to let him know he was there.

“Look I ain’t doin’ anythin’ bad alright! I just- oh. Beel? What are ya doin’ here?” Eyeing the food that Beel had before him, the gluttonous demon handed it to him.

“Take it. It’s for you.” Beel reassured him. 

Taking the time to sit down at a nearby table, Mammon explained why he decided to run, and how he regretted every moment, but he felt so ashamed to come back. Especially after the angry letters that he had written. 

“Mammon, you have all of us worried. We are your family. We are here for you no matter what happens. I know that everyone is harsh on you but we still love you.”

Beel smiled at his brother, watching him enjoy what looked to be his first meal in possibly days. 

When he was finished eating, Beel pulled him into a hug, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay.

“Please come home, Mammon. You don’t have to keep struggling like this with us by your side.”

Belphie

Having woken up in the middle of the night to yet another nightmare about Mammon’s departure, he was taken by surprise when he saw Mammon actually sneaking back through a window into the House of Lamentation.

Rubbing his eyes, he tried to make sure he wasn’t simply hallucinating.

“M-Mammon? Are you really there?”

Jumping at the unexpected voice, Belphie quickly realized that he wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating his brother’s sneaky return.

“Wait-” Belphie grabbed his arm before Mammon tried to flee. “I just want to talk. Please. Everyone else is asleep. I won’t even mention that you were here if you don’t want me to.”

Mammon groaned, giving in to his brother’s request, sitting down to let him talk.

Even through the darkness Belphegor could see the hurt and pain that was lingering across Mammon’s face from just being back in the very place he fled from. 

When talking to him, Belphie explained that he understood the hurt that he was going through. He had also mentioned that he had kept having nightmares about when he ran away, fearing that Mammon would get hurt.

Taking it to heart, and realizing how much this had affected his brother, as well as the others, Mammon reassured Belphie that he would stay. 

“Thank you, Mammon. I am glad that you’re here.” Belphie smiled, followed closely by another yawn. Hopefully now he would be able to get proper sleep, knowing that his brother is alright and safe.

[mimisempai]

Let my love erase all your doubts

Summary:

While traveling with Loki in Asgard on a mission for the TVA, Mobius stumbles upon what appears to be a tender moment between Sif and his lover. When Loki finds him in their room, Mobius lets his jealousy take possession of him to Loki's great surprise.

Tumblr request :

How about writing a jealous Mobius as he and Loki are in Asgard? Loki paying attention to someone else that's not family?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33122341

1781 words - Rating M - 🔞⚠️NSFW

"Hahaha! No! Did he really do that?!"

"Yes he did, Sif, I swear! I don't know if at that moment it was jealousy or disappointment because I had betrayed him, but he really did."

Mobius, recognizing Loki's voice and still trying to find his way through the endless hallways of Asgard, used the sound of Loki's voice to direct himself. He arrived in front of a room closed just by a curtain.

Through the curtain, he saw his lover sitting close and laughing with Sif, the young, athletic and attractive woman that Mobius had used to "torture" Loki.

But now it was Loki who looked very intimate with the young woman.

Mobius didn't know what held him back, but he remained in the doorway, not signalling his presence.

"I admit," Sif continued, "That many times I've had the urge to punch you in the face, but to put you through this over and over again... terrific."

Loki grimaced at the memory.

"But tell me, Mobius and you, is this all serious?" the young woman asked softly. She whispered something else to Loki  that Mobius couldn't hear.

Loki answered, a smile in his voice, "It's true that I prefer when they are well groomed, elegant, in short, classy. But this one, even though it's ordinary, is really more practical. It fits better with what I am now. I'm not really a prince anymore, so I don't need all that elegance."

Sif muttered something again that Mobius could not understand.

Loki answered in the same tone as before.

"Hahaha, yes I know, but for now I'll settle for it, until I find a model that combines elegance and efficiency."

Mobius didn't wait to hear more, so he left with a rush, consumed by anger and disappointment.

"Mobius, my friend! Did you find my brother?"

Mobius took a deep breath to try and keep his composure and replied to Thor, "No but that's okay, I'll go to our room, get some rest."

He moved quickly under the thoughtful gaze of the god of thunder.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the door and did not hear Loki enter a few moments later.

"Mobius?"

Mobius replied in a cold tone, "So? Finished your little interlude with your precious Sif?"

"One in every port, right? Or rather one in every planet? After all, it's true, with so many years of life..."Loki stood in front of him, looking completely uncomprehending.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Mobius had an angry scowl on his face, his lips pursed, and did not answer.

"Mobius?"

He didn't answer and instead got up and quickly approached Loki, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, so strongly that Loki's feet almost didn't touch the ground and kissed him full on the lips. The kiss had nothing tender, however, even if Loki was surprised by this abrupt and wild side of Mobius, and never the excitement had risen so quickly. He wanted to grab Mobius's head to deepen the kiss even more but Mobius didn't let him and pulled back, saying with a hard voice, "Don't touch me!" and then resumed the kiss in an even wilder way.

Loki, more and more surprised, but enjoying this dominating side, let himself be completely done. His crotch pressed against Mobius' thigh and he began to rub himself, feeling his hardness grow, he had never been so hard so fast.

Mobius pulled back again and asked in the same cold tone, "And that's fancy enough? and that's classy enough?" before devouring Loki's lips again. Loki's mind was so foggy with desire that he didn't understand what Mobius was saying.

Mobius pressed his thigh against Loki's groin and moved faster and faster and Loki felt the pleasure rising and his orgasm approaching at the speed of a tornado.

Mobius moved aside again and spat out, "I'm convenient right? You like using me like this?" before continuing what he was doing, and Loki, too far into the pleasure, didn't even hear, as his orgasm took him over.

Mobius released him abruptly and Loki had to lean against the dresser behind him to keep from falling.

Slowly coming back from his lightning climax and catching his breath, Loki opened his eyes to see that Mobius was there, frozen, the image of anger, fists clenched and breathing heavily. Little by little Loki's mind realized that there was something very wrong.

"Mobius?"

Mobius looked at him with icy eyes, "I'm convenient huh, not elegant but convenient. How did you tell your dear Sif? Ah yes, ordinary, until you find something better."

Loki, didn't understand anything, and replayed the last few hours in his head, but he couldn't see what Mobius was getting at.

"But Mobius, what are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me Loki, I just heard you tell Sif! You prefer style and elegance. Which I obviously don't have, but you're content with me, since I'm convenient for you, right?"

Then Loki understood everything and could not help but laugh.Mobius, shocked, said, "That's right, laugh at me!  Loki, how could you?"

"Mobius, stop! You're completely wrong, I swear I wasn't talking about you! Wait!"

Loki pulled the flaps of his own jacket forward and said to Mobius, "I meant the outfit, my outfit."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now!"

"Love, give me your hand, I'll show you our whole conversation."

Loki brought Mobius' hand to his temple and projected the discussion he had with Sif.

"But tell me, Mobius and you, is this all serious?" the young woman asked softly. She leaned over and whispered in Loki's ear, "I'm surprised by your outfit, you're not even wearing your prince's clothes anymore."

"It's true that I prefer when they are well groomed, elegant, in short, classy. But this one, even though it's ordinary, is really more practical. It fits better with what I am now. I'm not really a prince anymore, so I don't need all that elegance."

Sif whispered, "No, but you don't even wear your helmet anymore.

Loki answered in the same tone as before.

"Hahaha, yes I know, but for now I'll settle for it, until I find a model that combines elegance and efficiency."

"Well, now that we've talked about clothes, you didn't answer the first part of my question, Mobius and you, is this serious?"

There was no mockery nor judgment in her voice.

Loki lost his playful look, his face took on a serious expression and his voice was firm and determined as he replied, "Sif, this is the most serious relationship I have ever had. Mobius is... Mobius has been the unexpected on my path of destruction, the surprise I never thought I would have. He has made me better... even greater, he manages to make me believe that I can be better."

Sif hugged him and said, her eyes shining with emotion, "When you talk about him like that, I feel like I'm seeing the young Loki running around and going out on the town with his brother again. I'm happy for you. Really."

Loki gently removed Mobius' hand from his temple and kept it in his own.

"I..." Mobius seemed to deflate like a balloon. He went to sit on the edge of the bed again, took his head in his hands and said in a breath, "I'm sorry..."

Loki went to sit next to him and just put his hand on his thigh, waiting for Mobius to calm down a bit.

After a few moments of silence, Mobius spoke up again, "How can you be here like this, when I just behaved in such a despicable way?"

"Hey Mobius, did I say no? And if I had said no, would you have stopped?"

"Yes, of course!" protested Mobius at once.

"You see?" replied Loki softly, "To tell you that I wasn't surprised would be a lie. And to say I didn't like it would also be a lie. Would I mind a repetition? Yes, but certainly not with you in that state of mind. Because it's now obvious that you didn't enjoy it at all."

"I'm sorry I misunderstood."

"That I think is the next topic we need to talk about, right now actually." Loki took Mobius' chin in his hand to make him look up before continuing, "Mobius, how could you jump to such conclusions?"

"I... sometimes I have this feeling of inadequacy, that I'm not good enough for t-"

"Oh Mobius, look at me, I'm the one who should be saying that. You've seen all my darkness, all the evil I'm capable of. I'm the one who sometimes thinks that one day you'll realize that I'm not worthy of your love."

"Loki, never doubt my feelings for you. I told you from the beginning that I knew you were capable of good, even before there was anything between us, and you proved it to me again and again."

Loki grabbed Mobius' hand and intertwined his fingers in it.

"We're getting to where I wanted to. Yes I know your feelings and I believe in them, and that's what makes me overcome this feeling of not being suitable, because I know that you love me. And so, I say to myself that if you can't overcome this feeling of inadequacy, it's maybe because you don't have the same faith in my love? Mobius, you know that I love you, don't you?"

"Yes I know that, but every now and then that little voice gets a little louder, especially when I see you with someone younger, someone prettier."

Loki pressed his forehead against Mobius' and whispered, his lips against his, "So I want you to try every time you have that voice in your head, to remember that exact moment."

He closed the distance between them and kissed Mobius tenderly before pulling back and telling him looking into his eyes. "I love you Mobius. You are perfect for me."

A single tear escaped from Mobius' eyes, and Loki wiped it away with his thumb before hugging Mobius. And they stayed like that for a long time.

Then Mobius felt Loki laugh in his hair. He straightened up and looked at him with a curious look.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking that under different circumstances, I wouldn't mind re-doing what happened before."

Mobius laughed and brought his lips closer to Loki, who was happy to again find the sparkling sparkle in his lover's eyes and his irresistible smile.

Then he was no longer able to think, because that was the effect Mobius had as soon as he placed his lips on his.

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Belongs this series : Together, For all time, Always

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

[classysassy9791]

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

Originally written for @inukag-week on tumblr circa 2016, now officially being updated. Its been a hot minute, hasn't it?

For InuKag Week - Day 2: Warmth

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Part 2 Word Count: 2,600

Can also be found on FFN and AO3.

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Kagome couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard.

Sometime between the moment she met the arrogant, rude man known as Inuyasha and the three shots she had consumed, they had fallen into a flirtatious banter that she rather enjoyed. Gone was the pompous jerk who had so rudely called her audacious names, replaced by a man who proved to actually be decent company.

No, she hadn't forgotten about their initial meeting, but as she downed another shot of whiskey, she realized she didn't much care. For the first time in months - maybe longer - Kagome found herself enjoying her evening. With her shackles removed and her inhibitions lowered, she relished in the sweet taste of freedom that had been sorely lacking from her life.

"You did not!" she squealed with absurdity in her tone, clamping a hand over her mouth.

Inuyasha chuckled, tilting his glass and giving a half-shrug. "I did," he confessed sheepishly, but not at all ashamed of his actions. "Miroku ran down the dorm hall, completely naked, screaming after me."

Kagome shook her head. "I can honestly say I have never stolen my roommates clothes while they were in the shower. Or pulled any pranks on them, really."

"To be fair," he continued, signaling the bartender for another round. "He actually met his girlfriend that way."

"By running naked down the hallway?"

He nodded. "Knocked her down and stopped to apologize."

"Still want to leave the tab open?" Kouga interrupted.

"Yeah, that's fine." Inuyasha finished off his beer. "Another round of whiskey shots while you're at it."

Flashing Kagome a smile, Kouga took their empty glasses. "You're going to dry me out."

"It's still early," Kagome barbed playfully. "Your bar will last until midnight at the very least."

He chuckled, filling up their shot glasses and handing them another drink. "Oh, thanks. I was afraid I'd have to close up soon."

Leaving with a, "flag me down if you need me," Kouga wandered to the other end of the bar where a busty blonde waved at him.

Typical, Kagome thought sourly. On the one hand, she didn't like the way her thoughts were turning, considering she didn't really know Kouga, and hated grouping him in with the rest of the spineless male population she had become accustomed to - especially since he was a bartender and it was literally his job to tend to the needs of his customers. But on the other hand, she couldn't help but feel bitter about his attention leaving her. Maybe it was because she had so blatantly been deprived of it for so long, that her longing for companionship had been exacerbated ten-fold.

Taking a sip of beer - which she had switched to once they started doing shots - Kagome heard her phone buzz in her purse again; it had already gone off several times during her conversation with Inuyasha. She finally pulled it out and unlocked it, frowning at the array of messages popping up on her screen.

Inuyasha raised a brow at the irritable look that overcame her expression before Kagome sighed and locked her phone. She quickly downed her shot of whiskey, not even bothering to 'cheers' him.

"Everything okay?" Inuyasha questioned, against his better judgement. There was a reason people showed up by themselves at a bar on Friday nights - either to drown their sorrows in whiskey or to find company for a few fleeting, midnight hours.

Kagome pressed her lips together. She didn't come to the bar to talk about her problems. She wasn't some sad case that needed a therapist to pour her drinks. If anything, she wanted to forget about the emotional damage that had been inflicted earlier that day. Her heart had been broken, her ego bruised, and no matter how many times her friends had told her he wasn't worth it, their sympathies didn't make her feel any better.

But, alcohol had a funny habit of turning into truth serum, and she found herself spilling her guts before she could stop herself. "Just my ex-boyfriend - er, fiance - blowing up my phone."

Inuyasha chuckled. "Can't take a hint, huh?"

Kagome shrugged with a bitter smile. "I mean, he broke off the engagement. Not sure why he can't follow through with his decision."

She had expected sympathy, perhaps even empathy. That's what most people offered in a situation like this, when they didn't know what to say or how to react. But Kagome was caught off-guard by Inuyasha's next question.

"How long were you together?"

Kagome eyed him curiously, his honey gaze hiding a wealth of understanding. "Five years," she answered him, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Planned our life together, put a ring on it, and even booked the venue. But… I suppose he got cold feet a long time ago."

"His loss. What kind of bastard would put someone through that?"

She hummed thoughtfully, but didn't answer. It wasn't in her best interest to start talking about the past now, and she would rather take the spotlight off of herself all together. "What about you?" she asked her barstool companion as she took another sip of beer. "Any lucky ladies in your life?"

Inuyasha chuckled mirthlessly. "Nah, not anymore."

Kagome arched a brow. "Dare I ask?"

"Not much to tell. Her career and ambitions drove a wedge between us, and she decided they were more important than me. Simple as that."

"Sounds high maintenance."

He grinned. "Something like that. I mean, she knew what she wanted and didn't care what stood in her way. Even me."

Kagome felt an ache beneath her breast for the man beside her. She knew the pain of rejection very well. "Put out in the rain just like a dog. Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He frowned at her choice of words, and Kagome knew she may have touched a nerve then, but the alcohol had stripped her of her filter apparently.

"Well, I guess we're all damaged somehow," he replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her nose. "That's a bit thoughtless."

"What can I say? Shit happens. Get over it."

And then Kagome suddenly remembered the arrogant, rude, condescending jerk she had met when she had sat down at the bar earlier in the night. She narrowed her eyes. "Why are you such an ass?"

Inuyasha smirked while bringing his beer to his lips. "You are what you eat?"

Kagome let loose a growl of frustration. She had only known him for a short time, but she had quickly learned that Inuyasha was the most infuriating human being on the planet! "Your immaturity is revolting," she stated matter-of-factly, waving down Kouga for another shot of whiskey. She was definitely not drunk enough to deal with the way the conversation had turned.

"I'm not known for my friendly disposition."

Kagome glared at the man sitting next to her. "Is it fun being a jerk to me? Does it satisfy you?"

Inuyasha chuckled. "Actually, it is pretty entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "You know, Inuyasha. You can hide behind that fake bravado all you want, but I know you're just a big softie underneath."

"Keh," he grumbled, finishing off his beer.

Kagome threw him a glare. "What? No witty repartee?"

He set down his empty glass with a little more force than usual, grabbing Kagome's attention. "I know your type, wench," he snapped, his amber eyes boring into hers. "I know exactly the kind of person you are; all high and mighty, acting as if you're better than everyone else. You think you can show someone how great life can be and how fantastic it is if I would just try. Well, sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but not everyone is worth saving, all right?"

His words left Kagome stunned into silence for a brief moment. How did their witty banter only a few minutes ago turn into this? This… This denied anger and unadulterated cynicism had Kagome reeling, her thoughts turning to what exactly had penetrated Inuyasha's life so completely that he had such a negative outlook on such.

She pursed her lips. "How much do you think you're worth?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Like twenty bucks. Or two twinkies." He grinned at his own comment, but Kagome didn't find it very funny.

If anything, Kagome felt pity for him. No matter how bleak her life became, she always managed to find the good in it. If a person couldn't do that… Well, that was a pretty sad way to live. "As much as I would love to hear you divulge all of your secrets, this is a great song and I feel like dancing."

"Look, wench," Inuyasha barked out, his anger palpable. "I'm not looking for your validation. I'm pretty fucking happy with my life of dirty pennies and whiskey bottles. We don't all need to be Barbie."

She looked over at him, the low dim of the bar lights shining off his silver hair, and found she could only nurse one wounded heart at a time. "I just wanted you to leave tonight and think the world is a little less horrible than you thought."

"Hey, pretty lady," Kouga greeted as he appeared at the perfect time with another shot of whiskey for her and a full beer, stealing her full attention away from Inuyasha.

Kagome immediately downed the shot and chased it with her beer, ready to forget half of the night and lose herself in the music pounding through the speakers. As the evening wore on, the bar became busier, and the DJ had started up a round of tunes that had half the customers on the dance floor.

Kouga watched her curiously, arching a brow. "You alright there?"

"Dance with me?" she called over the bass pounding through the speakers. Oh yes, it was now the time of the night in which she had no qualms for asking for what she wanted.

He chuckled and glanced over at the other bartenders who appeared to have things under control. "You can steal me for a few minutes."

Kagome grinned and giggled like a school girl, leaving Inuyasha behind without delay. Kouga met her at the end of the bar and took her hand in his as she pulled him out onto the dance floor.

Some upbeat dance music blasted through the speakers. Kagome moved and swayed through the bodies crowding near the DJ, the vibrations of the music becoming part of her energy, raising her up several levels at once. Gone were her heartbroken wallows and the biting arrogance of her barstool companion. Her mind buzzed with pure joy. She moved in her dress like her hips were made to sway, the black sequins catching the disco ball that twirled above, causing her to glitter on the dance floor.

Kouga pulled her close, his strong hand pressed against the small of her back, his chiseled chest pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and pulled it to the side, feeling the beat of the music pound with each beat of her heart. Bodies pressed in tighter all around them. Kagome felt the part of her that was really her come out to play, to feel the vibe of the music and let her body go free.

"You're beautiful," Kouga's voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

His lips looked soft and very kissable, and Kagome knew her decision-making skills were indeed hindered by the alcohol that buzzed through her veins. And then his attention was caught by something else, his royal blue eyes pulling from hers to the outskirts of the dance floor. He said something to her, attempting to shout above the music, but his words were swallowed up by the electric beat that kept her entranced.

Kagome felt his hands slip from around her waist and he disappeared into the crowd. She didn't bother to follow, her hands playing with her hair, her hips moving to the music as she lost herself within it. This was what her heartbroken soul had fiercely needed; a night to forget all the troubles of the day.

Large, meaty hands found her waist, but they were unfamiliar and too warm to the touch. Kagome felt a warm flush find her cheeks as she gazed up to meet a stranger's hazy stare. He pulled her in close - too close - and even in her alcohol-ridden mind, she felt mild panic begin like sparks in her abdomen.

She tried to push him away, first gently and then forcefully, pretending to laugh at his behavior. "Thanks for the dance, but I need some fresh air."

"C'me on, baby," he slurred, pulling her tighter to his sweaty frame, his hot breath rolling over her skin. "We just met. Let's dance s'me more."

Kagome frowned. "I said no." Before she could stomp on his foot and fight her way out of the throng of dancers, the man was forcefully pulled away from her. They became separated by another man, one with very familiar silver hair who had his back to her. She didn't hear the words exchanged, but whatever was said was enough to send the man scampering off to the other side of the bar.

Inuyasha turned around, his piercing honey eyes studying her expression, before his hand gently wrapped around her waist. His grip on her wasn't strong like Kouga's, or possessive like the stranger. Inuyasha's hand was warm against the small of her back, and the anxiety she felt moments ago melted away.

"You okay?" he asked, swaying his hips in tune with hers as they continued to dance to the beat of the music.

She grinned up at him. "Were you worried about me, jerk?"

"Keh," he grumbled, his lips pulling into a smirk. "I despise you more than any other human I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're loud and wild and apparently have no sense of self-preservation. You also act like you have the mental capacity of a five year old."

"Are you flirting with me?" she barbed in return.

"Maybe."

His hand found the back of her neck, his fingers finding purchase in her hair, his hips grinding against hers. Warmth pooled into the pit of her stomach, his breath caressing her skin, and she moved her lips to find his.

Kagome barely had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of beer being exchanged between their billowing breaths. Her arm reached up and tangled around his strong neck. She pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, letting a moan escape in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

She could nearly taste the slight bitterness of the beer as it rolled off her tongue and seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers. The kiss coupled with the beer and whiskey humming through her system obliterated every thought. For the first time that day, her mind was locked into the present. Her usual concerns for her life were suspended, and she had no wish for the kiss to end.

But as the music changed, they pulled apart. Inuyasha's skin shimmered with sweat and his amber eyes flecked with gold held her gaze. The beat of the music consumed them under the crazy neon lights, and Kagome felt alive during a night that was still so young.

[sokkas1mp]

I gonna break in this acocunt with me being angry about something that doesn't really matter (very fitting for tumblr if you ask me), this article.

First: "And I’m sorry to open with this, but part of that is due to the age difference between them. Two years is hardly worlds apart (I’m personally working with four), but a 12-year-old boy and a 14-year-old girl are. Especially the way these two are drawn. Not to be too voyeuristic about Y7 cartoons, but Katara has clearly gone through puberty, while Aang hasn’t. There is something just…off, about a sixth grade boy having a full on make-out sesh with a high school girl."

This argument is one of the most stupid ones if you ask me, because it blatantly ignores the culture we have been presented by the show. I can understand why people find this weird, but we have to try not to look at it as if its our society, because its not. In A:tla, specifically the water tribes, 16 is marrying age. Right there, our "age norms" (idk what else to call it) are very different. And there are no divisions between ages in their world like we have with middle and high school. To me, two people are fit to be together based on their maturity, not their age. That's why 45 & 40 is not the same as 15 & 10, or 20 & 15. This is the same for Kataang. They have very similar life experiences and matured together, literally side by side, so a two year ago gap is irrelevant.

Second: "...Katara took on a very maternal role with Aang. Sure, she’s a caretaker and sort of a “mom friend,” but it’s a bit more than that. She served as his literal guardian during the show’s run—there’s just no other way to look at it. By the third episode, she called herself his “family,” and later even went on to role play as his mother to get him out of trouble at school. Aang, meanwhile, was… Well, I wouldn’t say “immature” for his age, […] However, Katara is 14 going on 25, while Aang is just, Aang."

There's a compilation of Katara doing thing with Aang that if someone saw a mother doing with her son they would call it incest:

Katara definitely acts motherly towards Aang, but that is just her nature. She is more than just motherly with him. And some people like to call the check kisses familial (which is kinda weird imo), but we know Katara herself doesnt think that:

"Easy there, big brother" She pushes Sokka away. Not to mention, this was about a scene or two before she kisses Aang on the check.

Calling someone close to you your family does not mean you see them in the same way you see your parents/siblings. And Sokka played Aang's father in that scene, but we aren't sitting here using that as evidence to call him Aang's paternal figure.

Something Aang haters forget (or chose to ignore) is that being lighthearted and goofy does not equal immature. Yes, Aang does some juvenile things, but that shouldn't take away from his growth and maturity.

Third: "In fact, in the last season, Katara was shown to be uncomfortable each time Aang kisses her, and even went as far as to tell him to back off with the romantic stuff in the episode before the finale, because she was confused about how she felt. [*new paragraph*] Yet, in the end, she just trots up and blushes at Aang, than happily makes out with him when he goes for it,"

Katara initiated 2/4 of the kataang kisses (not including the check kisses). The kiss in The Cave of Two Lovers and the kiss in the finale. Yes, she's the one that "goes for it" in the finale (she also initiates the hug). She only pulls away once out of the 3 times we see a kiss end (this would be excluding the kiss in The Cave of Two Lovers). She wasn't confused about her feelings, she didn't want to have to worry about a relationship when they were nearing the end of the war.

Fourth: "The post-canon comics only furthered the lack of exploration of her feelings in this relationship"

Fifth: "[referencing a scene in The Promise in which Katara is jealous of a fanclub being around Aang] "I'm sorry, this amazing, adult communication is blowing me away"

The are both still teenagers, who have zero previous relationship experience. Also, Aang had no ill intentions and Katara recognized it.

Sixth: [refencing Katara's role in The Legend of Korra] "Did Katara want to do anything other than sit in a healing hut and be known for having Aang's kids?"

This is another argument that just pisses me off. You can not use Katara's lifestyle in her 80s (she is 85 in s1) as judgement for her adulthood. It's purely assumption based. Constantly this author assumes that because she is in a relationship with Aang, Katara would drop her whole personality. What? Katara would not and could not be forced to do something or conform to some label and Aang wouldn't let it get to that point either. He would squash any idea that she is just "The Avatar's wife" or "The mother of the Avatar's children" the minute he heard it.

Seven: [comparing Katara's reaction to Aang The Desert to Aang's reaction to Katara in The Southern Raiders] "You'll spend a long time looking for her condescending tones. "Anger won't help, Aang," Katara never said, because she got that he was processing something painful and needed to sort it out himself. This difference in behavior is something that would be really fitting for a twelve year old boy to learn and understand. There's just no indication that he ever did."

Maybe I'm remembering wrong, but I don't remember Aang being condescending towards Katara. He was offering his advice because he knew her and knew that she would regret doing what she thought was right when her judgement was clouded by anger. And guess what. He was right. He never forced anything on her, either. Sure, he was a bit more pushy than he could've been, but in the end he let her go on the trip with no complaints. He even agreed that this was something she had to do.

Eighth: [referencing The Ember Island Players] "When the actor says 'Wait! I thought you were the Avatar's girl', Aang agrees. Katara is his."

You know damn well Aang doesn't see Katara as just his. And she's give him PLENTY of reason to believe that his feelings are reciprocated (which they are).

Ninth: "It's the story of a woman who swallows everything lest the man she's interested in has to learn anything about his behavior that violates her boundaries."

Ha! You said she was interested in him.

But in all seriousness, you mentioned how Katara stood her ground and told Aang that she was confused, but apparently now she's swallowing her feeings.

Tenth: [talks about the cloud babies daddy issues]

I don't disagree with what is said here, for the most part, but I don't think it is a reflection on Aang and Katara's relationship.

Eleventh: "... given what what we got with Kataang, it's completely unsurprising that Aang and Katara's parenthood/adult life was defined by a lack of communication and availability, at least from what we can tell. This also puts Katara's choice to immediately moved to the South Pole once Aang died in perspective; perhaps the city he poured all his energy into, at the cost of his family, held some bitter memories."

Once again with the lack communication. We can't use the early years of their relationship to determine their whole relationship. Also, there wasn't consistently a lack of communication, you just pointed out one time and ran with it.

We don't know at what point Katara moved back to the South Pole, but there are plenty of reasons for Katara to leave Air Temple Island:

a) Her son moving in/or planning to move in with his family.

b) She was no longer needed in the city and thus had no need to stay.

c) She wanted to go back to her native home for comfort after the love of her life died at a relatively early age.

d) The next Avatar was discovered and she came home to train them.

That's all. Thank you for reading my unnecessary rant if you made it this far, and I just want to close out with a few things:

- There were some things in the article that I did not include for the fear of this becoming a novel of me repeating myself.

- I agree with most thing said in the final segment of the the article. Most, not all.

- I appreciate the author for not trying to shove Zutara in just because Kataang wasn't there. That is becoming increasingly uncommon, so it was nice to see.