#and YOUR NUMBERS UP ITS TIME TO SCREAM!!! (HOW COULD YOU BE SO EVIL???)

[cyberrmusee]

hear me out- HEAR ME OUT- rivals satoru and suguru where they’ve been fighting each other over dumb shit since middle school and competing for better grades, whatever.

and one of them has a crush on you… so the other fucks you first. and sends pics/ maybe even is on call with the other??

this is evil i fear

- ⭐️

cw: m@ting press, mentions of bre3ding, dub con? sorta, phone s3x sorta?, m@sturbation, rivalry, bi suguboo and satoru :3

i hope this lives up to ur expectations at least a lil bit😭

satoru and suguru, had known each other forever, for as long as they could remember. They had also been competing for EVERYTHING as long as they could remember.

satoru had always been number one at everything he ever tried, sports, cooking, gaming, welding, hell anything you could think of, he’d tried it and mastered in no time. It would drive suguru up a wall.

But there was one thing satoru could never beat him at… charming a woman. Sure he could get one in bed easy, no problem, but when he actually liked a woman? oh he was fucked. That is to say, he practically had ZERO actual game, no matter his looks or status, especially since it was YOU.

Someone who wasn’t fascinated by his wealth, talent or status. The very reason he fell for you, the moment his status and wealth didn’t woo you, it was like something clicked in place for him, something chanted over and over in his mind "her, its her" and from the moment he AND his rival realized, he knew he was screwed.

Suguru however? oh this is his specialty. His natural flirtatious behavior and laid back demeanor, combined with all that damn smooth talking he does, he could have any woman within a ten mile radius, head over heels for him in 48 hours flat. He was just that good. It was the thing he prided himself most on, the one thing he could do, that his rival could not.

he’d caught sight of how satoru stared at you on campus, the yearning— longing in his gaze. the way his cheeks would tint pink whenever you walked past him without a care in the world, because to you, satoru wasn’t even on your radar.

it wasn’t until suguru noticed his white haired rival picking up on his moves, similar jokes, smirks and flirtation tactics— that he officially had set you in his sights. no way was he gonna get the girl with his fucking moves.

it started as just the usual, antagonistic, petty rivalry at first. he never planned to take it too far, just flirt with you enough to let his enemy know to fuck off with using what he deemed rightfully his. he didn’t even want you—though somewhere along the way he noticed the way your lashes fluttered when you spoke to him, the way your gloss sat on your lips and your shy smile when you listened to him and— holy shit the way your tits sat on your chest, just perfect. fuckin perfect.

it didn’t take long for you to give in to him and all his charms. not because you were easy, no but because he was too good at this, too charming, too laid back, too addictive. something about him had you craving every bit of his attention, affection and god his touch, you wanted him so bad, more than you’d care to admit out loud, your inner voice screamed at you “more more more more” until finally you caved and found yourself in your current situation.

he had you pent up beneath him, legs spread wide and slung over his shoulders, your body folded like a lawn chair in the meanest mating press he could manage, his hands on either side on your body as he slung his hips forward over and over and over. bed creaking under the sheer weight of both your bodies. wooden mast of the headboard banging against your bedroom walls. god, your poor neighbors.

his angry mushroomy tip hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed until now. your maw slacking open to whine out “s-sugu s’too much! can’t t-take it!” your head was spinning, your velvety walls hugging him tight, greedy cunt pulling him in deeper as you cunt wept around his shaft and he hissed at the bliss of pleasure. “you c-can take it pre-pretty girl—hah…fuck” his hair pulled out of his messy bun, raven locks swaying with the mass of his moving body, as he fucked you deeper deeper deeper with every thrust. “s’all wet like this f’me hm?” he grunted as he moved a hand to swipe at your puffy lips, covered in your own thick, clear arousal, bringing his fingers back up and stretching them apart to look at the glistening string of your essence between them before shoving the digits in his mouth, groaning as he savored your taste. “mmmm so fuckin’ good, pussy so sweet.”

you only crooned in response as his veins swept over every orifice of your gummy insides deliciously. tummy bulging slightly from the monstrous size of his weighted cock as he bullied the hilt of your cunt. eyes rolling back as that ball of heat built slowly in your lower tummy with every plap plap plap! of his hips against yours. “suguuu! m’gonna cummm!”you cried out as a thin sheen of sweat began to form on your skin, as the squelching noises of your greedy cunt, your moans and his grunts filled the room. through the haze of lust and sex in the room, your phone buzzes from your nightstand and had it not lit up, suguru would’ve missed it, but oh- oh, he could not miss the name that popped up on the screen.

“satoru 🩵”

he was calling and oh he had the biggest shit eating grin plastered on his face as he reached for the phone and put it up to his ear, between his shoulder and cheek, answering. "hey gorgeous was just calling to see if you maybe-" his rivals voice rasped out before he cut him off "she's busy." he grunted as his hips never slowed.

for a moment he sat in silence at the sound of sugurus voice, denial settling in his bones, but the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, whines and cries sounding off in the background— he had you, fuck, he actually had you, and sounding like that? satoru hated to admit it was making him unimaginably hard as he huffed through his nostrils on the other end of the line. “you fuckin’-”only to be cut off by suguru yet again, hissing at the way your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm on the horizon as you whimpered underneath him “hold on, gotta m-make her cum first, why don’t you just s-sit tight and enjoy the show?” he panted out as he tossed the phone back on the dresser leaving his rival to hear how he put you through the mattress from the other end of the line.

he yanked you down the bed, pulling you more onto his dick, every crevice of your poor cunt so filled with him you swore you were seeing stars and he was he in your lungs. his arms snaked around your waist as he tilted your lower half up and leaned his body forward just a tad more to find that reallll special spot inside, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he hit it “ah there it is” he smirked as he pistoned his hips roughly, pulling sounds from you, you didn’t even know you could make.

satoru from the other end of the phone, would never admit to the way he yanked his pants and boxers down at the sound of your moans and cries. the way his cock pearled thick beads of shiny pre-cum at the tip just from hearing the way you sounded— so desperate, so pretty.

no he would never admit that he muted himself on the call and fisted his cock so pathetically and angrily as he listened to the one man he couldn’t stand most, fuck you silly, the way he should be. he’d never admit how he was picturing your body and— sugurus too? as his hips bucked up into his hand, pumping his cock, moaning and whining desperately as he tried to match the strokes suguru was giving you.

and god he’d never admit that he came so hard from listening to the sounds his rival made when he came, the grunts and moans that sent him over the edge as hot spurts of his seed spilled out of him and into his hand while sugurus spilled inside of you, because your greedy cunt wouldn’t let him pull out in time or so he claimed.

he didn’t need to admit it though, because while he may have thought he muted the call, he didn’t, and suguru couldn’t miss the faint grunts emanating from the other end of the phone as he picked it up right after finishing “you know, if you want a threesome, you should just ask.”and with that, he hung up.

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for like a month or two bc i forgot i wrote it i’m sooo sorry if it’s, terrible i did notttt proofread it😭

[gamblersdoll]

drunk! bakugou, ex! bakugou , masturbation (m received)

it had been hell without you.

many months that you both broken up, damn near a year since the day you both argued like wolves and you both threw your hands up, saying you were done.

bakugou had liked to think that he broke up with you, not the other way around. he always told his people or the media, “i broke up with her, she just wasnt working for me.” and in reality? neither one of you broke up with each other. it was simple: you both separated, not one separate from each other.

but he couldnt let you have the last laugh.

he hated how much his friends would come to your defense— he knew they would, the countless talks of how he was wrong about some things. in pretense, he got mad that you didnt answer your phone on your way home from work (i mean, how could you? youre driving, for fucks sake), and he blew you off just to try and show you a lesson.

boy, did he get an earfull from kirishima.

he hated it. he hated you.

he hated how you moved out and post your pictures like with no flaw, no matter what. you were smiling. he hated how you look so good, and youre back on the platforms of dating.

he hated how he let you go.

he hated how he was somewhat insecure with his masculinity and thought that he was just some plaything you had— also matched with his flowing ego, it was a mental battle with himself.

the burn of the hennessy breached his lips, his adams apple bobbing after he tossed his head back. “fuck..”

“not you bein’ an alcoholic.” kaminari giggled, elbowing him. “the breakup that bad?”

“you better stop before he becomes an angry drunk.” kirishima warns, reminding kaminari and the past fight he and the blonde had. “lets go, we’ll be back man.”

“awh, where we goin?” kaminari asked, putting some pep in his step and letting the door slam behind him.

bakugou did miss you. he missed finding random coils of hair in his bathroom, he missed finding random bonnets of yours that you lost from months ago. he missed the smell of honey and brown sugar from your skin. he missed the random meals that he came home to.

he took things for granted— no, he didnt take shit for granted. you just didnt respect the fact he was your man.

and yet, he thought about how bad he missed the slick of your creamy slit. he missed his balls slapping against your clit when he tapped that ass. he missed the way youd scream for him. maybe its the drunk getting to his brain, the warm tingles of his skin and hes whipping his dick out from his jeans. he tugs at the tip, a guttural groan from his lips— and he’s scrambling to find his phone.

“hello?” you ask, the ‘unknown number’ on your screen and you hear shuffling. “whos’ this?”

“hey,” katsuki mumbles, you can hear it: hes dark liquor drunk. there was a difference, especially when he drank wine for the first time. “how ya doin?”

“katsuki?” you’re dumbfounded, its been damn near a year. “what do you want? to bother me again? we’re done.” you grit your teeth, really not in the mood for his games. you were just about to hit the fattest joint, (one that mina gave you months ago), and here he was.

“cmon, bruh,” he groans, you hear that damned shuffle again, his hand half hazardly tugging his shaft again. “been thinkin’ bout you, girl.”

“katsuki,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “we. are. done. i dont want shit to do with you.”

“cmon, baby,” he whines, and you hear something wet in the background. you want to question him, but embarrassment flows your veins. “just hear me outtt..”

“im fuckin deaf then. hear no evil, see no evil.” you snip back, and he laughs. “i wont ask again, the fuck you want.”

“been thinkin bout you nd i,” he starts, and you hear it— hes fucking his own fist. “been thinking about what the hell we had and then— god, fuck..” he says lowly, you feel like hes just called for a quick fuck. “then how i ruined it entirely.”

“so.. you call to talk about how you miss me, meanwhile youve got your dick in yer hand?” you ask, and he sucks his teeth. “dont catch an attitude.”

“ ‘m not.. but.” he sighs, fondling his balls and he stutters. “i want you back.”

“youre drunk.”

“i mean that, mama..” he softly says. ‘mama,’ the nickname he gave you and how much you fell in love with it. “miss you like shit, when could i come see you?”

“the next time i post myself.” you say snarky, and he gets really quiet. “i dont know, katsuki. i did move a little further away.”

“thats fine, ill make the commute.” he feels his nipples harden, and he moans a little when he quickens his pace. “fuckfuckfuck—fuck..” he chants, his conscious mind slipping in and out. “want you so bad, baby,” he chokes out, “you hear how fuckin riled you get me?”

you want to pull your panties to the side and help him come, you remember those times youd both walk in on each other and just watch each other play with your nerves.

“ fuck, send me your location.” he says, so close to his tipping point and you can hear it. “lemme see you, baby. miss that pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

“youre drunk, boy.” you mumble, but he groans. “maybe sometime this week?”

“ugh,” he sighs, practically teasing himself with the slow and mean tugs from his dickhead. “at least let me see that pussy over the phone, need it so bad.” he says, a chuckle from his lips, “cant come to any other woman, just that little pretty pussy of yers..”

“im on my period, bakugou.”

“uh uh, thats not my name baby.” he snickers, “what happened to me bein yer’ daddy, huh? did you forget that much?” he feels it coming on him, creeping. that orgasm that was so close and he wanted nothing more than to cover your face white. “shitt.. just call me that, please. want to be your big daddy again— and ill fuck you slow nd’ stupid.”

you ponder on it, your fingertips slowly creeping to your panties. “what do i get in return?”

“me, a fat cock inside that needy pussy, and a redo.” he was borderline pleading, but he needed you so bad.

you hum, pulling your sticky panties away from your cunny. “you like me calling you big daddy, huh?” you tease , hearing his low but obvious growl from his throat. “take that as a yes.”

“fuck, that shouldve been yer face i just came on.” he sighs, moving his hand to wipe the sweat away from his brow. “send me your location tomorrow.” he demands, hearing you chuckle and then the end call tone. “fucking— girl..”

“missed you that badly, didnt he?” hitoshi asks, looking up at you through your thighs. “be a good girl and admit that you miss him.”

“i.. i do.” you mumble, hearing his slurps and suckles at your thighs. “toshi!”

“didnt even have to use my quirk.” he chuckles, his lazy eyes and eyebags bore into you. “fuck, how could he let this pussy free? poor thing.”

“he’s gonna be so pissed.” you groan, covering your eyes. “you know he hates you.”

“so? shouldnt have let me catch you.”

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗈��� 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅 2024.

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki + lava Quirk!wife (both Pro Heroes)

☆—a.n; i woke up today feeling feisty lol not really xd just wanted some "i'm crazy as you are" type of love today lmao✌🏼🖤

Bakugou Katsuki is obsessed with you.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

You're his sidekick. You had trained in his Agency since you were a mere brat doing your internship your first year at UA. Of course, there were literally counted the times you had encountered him in person. The other Heroes that joined his Agency were the ones in charge of the kids. They had told you how Dynamight hated when babysitting time came every year, he wouldn't even participate in those actually. So they would advice to not cross his path.

From time to time, Dynamight would watch their sparrings sessions, gave them a bit of advice–more like mean criticism yell at them. But he had better things to do, people to save, villains to get their asses destroyed by him. He was not going to waste his time with annoying brats like you.

He had heard of you, of course. The one brat that could control and handle freaking lava like it was fucking nothing. Of course when he saw you, he thought his sidekick had pulled a prank on him, joking to see if would be excited about the idea of having someone with that type of Quirk in his Agency. You couldn't be the one with the lava quirk. You looked... normal. Quirkless even–if this were other times and if he would judge people about it. He had changed, okay? Thank you very fucking much. But he did think it was impossible that you were that amazing brat the other heroes were talking about. They had even compared you to him, in witty and determination to become the number one Pro Hero on the ranks, in strength and no mercy against villains, or other heroes and classmates.

When he stood right in front of you one day, towering almost three heads over you and almost one more person's size to the side, Dynamight laughed. You looked like a little bunny caught red-handed, terrified by everyone around you–especially by the size of him–and skittish, almost like what Deku had been as a kid.

That should have been a first warning for Bakugou–never judge a book by its cover.

You have trained in his Agency the three years you had been in UA, and he has never once seen you nor your Quirk on display, nevertheless in real action. He had only heard how good you were in trainings from the other heroes. But he didn't care enough to actually sought-after. He was already fighting Deku for the number one spot on the rankings, he didn't have time for brats like you.

Until one day, a dangerous villain, that created enormous monsters of metal almost to the size of a ten flour building, was causing too much disaster appeared. It was more than chaos, it had been a destruction like no other.

Dynamight nor Deku could contain the motherfucker.

He was bruised, his hands beat with agony at the amount of times he had used his blasts and the push to keep going, his body muscles were screaming for him to stop. A quick glance to his side where Deku was, and the guy wasn't better than him, breathing like his lungs couldn’t no more. Every other hero in the scene was in the same shape.

They were fucking losing.

And then, like an angel sent from heaven–or better said, a demon sent from the deepest hell for the way you fucking looked, you appeared in all your majestic glory, lava making you slide in between them, surrounding you like it was nothing, like strings coming from inside your body, and began a new fight with that fucking villain's monsters.

Bakugou saw –an enamored expression on his face– how you your whole demeanor changed, your skin, your eyes, everything in you became so menacingly, so evil looking, so freaking scary, that if you weren't training to be a Hero, he thought you would be one the most terrifying villains of all times –even more than that piece of shit AFO.

The lava was visible in all your body, and you fought, a crazed smile and eyes opened wide, enjoying the damage you were doing to the metal monsters; your joy was shining bright for everyone to see, as you yelled, "DIE, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" as the monster melted under your hands and body.

He was captivated, fucking spellbound, by the sight in front of him. He fell to his knees, watching you melt every single one of the monster in one more movement of your hand, as lava flowed towards them, capturing and melting them as you stand straight, the expression on your face serious and deadly. You then walked towards the source, the main villain who was creating this chaos, and the guy literally fell to the floor in fear, trying to crawl away from you in tears. When you stood before him, you crouched to his level, and smiled devilishly.

The villain pissed his pants.

And Bakugou's cock twitched.

He then murmured, "I'm gonna marry the shit out that woman."

Deku chuckled, shaking his head and letting his body fall to ground in tiredness. Everything was okay now.

From then on, you were by Dynamight's side all the time. The second you graduated –Bakugou Katsuki of fucking course attended the graduation ceremony– he offered a job on his Agency for you. And you said yes, even though you had options like Deku's Agency, or Hawk's, and even Endeavor had offered you a big place on his, trying to win you by saying that most of his sidekicks were fire-like Quirks and that his mother had a Quirk similar to yours, he could ask her for advice for you. Bakugou's stomach turned thinking he might had won you over that. But before he could finish the sentence, "Would you like a spot on my Ag–", you exclaimed a big YES, smiling warmly and eyes shining in excitement.

He had to clear his throat and look away at your expression, making something tingle in his chest. Was that his heart?

You became his partner then, in missions, in interviews, in meetings with other Agencies when some big villain appeared and they had to join forces. You were always there, not behind him but next to him.

In interviews he would always let you speak about how everything went and thank every body who helped. But Katsuki would look at you. Look as the lava started to dissipate from your skin, slowly turning down the temperature and going back to your normal color. Your hair that became liquid lava slowly became the color of greyish-black rock and then smoothed its way to your normal texture and color. He always felt mesmerized watching the process, and he would look at it any opportunity he got.

It wasn't until one night out with his old friends that Pikachu said, "Dude, tone down your thirst a lil' bit," in between laughs with Raccoon Eyes and Shitty Hair.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Kirishima patted his back, shaking his head, "Your sidekick, man. The lava girl?"

"What?"

"What we are trying to say," Mina smirked, "is that everytime you look at her, its almost palpable the way you want to eat her."

Bakugou gulped. "Shut the fuck up. I don't look at her like that."

Mina winked at him, "If you say so..."

That night he searched on the internet in his phone for interviews, desperately. Fuck, his friends were right. He did look at you with a fascination and hunger he had never saw himself do. He remembered thinking about marrying you back in the days, but that had been the heat of the moment, right? This annoyed the shit out of him. But watching you again in those videos, as you smiled so kindly to the reporters or other Hero friends or to even civilians while looking so freaking scary when your Quirk was activated, made something stir inside his belly.

Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're everything he didn't know he wanted.

And that's when he decided he would not hide his feelings for you anymore.

So now, a few years after, when you are married to number two Pro Hero Dynamight, people always talk about how your husband always looks at you. How he always encourages you in your fights to "kill those fucking piece of shits, baby!!" as he is very close to you fighting his own set of shitty villains and you encourage him saying "show them who is the number two hero, love!" He looses it then, a blast that ends it all.

They talk about how he would always kiss you after a fight, even after all that adrenaline that makes him want to bury himself deep inside your warmth, he only holds your face gently, gloved thumbs caressing your cheeks lovingly, eyes locked onto each other like the world doesn't exist outside that moment, and he kisses you softly, a simple touch, a cute press of lips that lasts a millisecond so he doesn't burn the skin of his face and lips. And then he pulls one of your hands with his up in victory.

He didn't only win the battles, he won you each and every time he got to simply look at you, be next to you, kiss you.

He is obsessed with you, and he doesn't want to fucking hide it from the world.

[laurfilijames]

Wish You Were Here

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death and brief descriptions of war. Intimate flashbacks.

Summary: Sleep deprivation begins to take its toll on Will, leaving him distressed and emotional as he thinks about being back home with you.

A/N: This is sad and it hurt my heart to write but I needed to do it so I can go back to writing fluffy filth!

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The numbers usually calmed him, gave him something sturdy and finite to focus on, but tonight they taunted him.

Each second that turned into a minute was a cruel reminder of all the ones he had spent awake, and no matter how exhausted he was and how physically ill he felt from the sleep he was being starved of, his mind and body refused it.

It had been days without more than a few minutes of rest at a time, only accumulating to a small number of hours that wasn’t enough to sustain anybody, and another wave of nausea set in as the effects of it all started to become too much.

It was moments like this that he missed you even more. The hurt in his heart turned physical, a relentless ache for you that the pains in his body couldn’t compare to.

Will sighed heavily, trying everything he could to cope with the insanity he felt over it, but it was growing to be unbearable, his limits tested like the few times they had before. He wondered as he took another deep inhale - his empty stomach filling with air - if he was waking anyone up in his distress, constantly shifting where he sat on the cold ground to try to feel even an ounce of comfort, his breathing louder than the wind howling around them, but it was stupid to think anyone else was able to slip into the solace of sleep at this point. No one was snoring and everyone was still, lacking the relaxed twitches that came when rest took control of your body, and he thought how the only members of their company who were resting peacefully were the ones going home to their families accompanied by a folded flag.

Home.

He blew out another shaky breath, closing his burning eyes so he was able to picture it in his tormented mind.

Your alarm would be about to go off, the early dawn still covering your bedroom in darkness right before the sun appeared to kiss your skin with its orange glow instead of his lips, your side of the bed cold as your body favoured his spot to be the one that was kept warm. You would no doubt have one of his t-shirts on and your head would be on his pillow, gripping it tightly as if it was him, trying to capture a bit of him that was left behind from the last time he was there with you.

Will found a little relief in these thoughts, knowing you were safe and out of harm's way, although he wasn’t naive enough to think you weren’t spending each moment worried and anxious for his safety.

Another inhale, slower this time, eyes still screwed shut as if the tighter he closed them the further he would be from this brutal reality.

He can hear the hum of the fan that sits on your dresser and is aimed at your bed, the sound ingrained in his mind from keeping both of you cool in the humidity night after night, and he can almost smell the scent of your heated skin, the familiarity of it making his mouth water, the desperation he feels to be able to hold you making him want to smile and scream all at once.

Fuck, he wished you were here.

Will flashed open his eyes. No. He couldn’t dream of placing you in this hell and exposing you to all the evil he had witnessed.

He shifted his legs, closing his eyes again as tears sprung up in them, the wet boots on his feet feeling more intolerable than usual.

Another inhale, then exhale.

He sighed again, imagining he’s back in your room, crawling into fresh sheets after showering, tangling his naked limbs with yours, your fingertips dancing up and down along his arm and back and softly over his face until his breathing continues to happen without him thinking about it and his mind is temporarily void of all he holds onto.

In the distance, the boom of an air raid sounds, rumbling and shaking the ground with a trembling force, bringing him out of his dream.

His muscles felt incredibly heavy, beyond tired and depleted of any strength, and he replaced the reasons why they were with how wonderful his body always felt after pouring every bit of energy he had into loving you, the satisfaction in expending all of his power into your pleasure comparable to nothing else.

A stray tear rolled down his cheek as his breathing grew quicker, thinking how he would do just about anything to be with you right now, even for the briefest of moments. Everything was more tolerable when he was with you, no demons too big to face, the strength you had admirable and extended over to him by simply being in your proximity. Sleep was something that never came easy to him, but at least when he was with you he was engulfed in a comforting embrace that gave him some rest and repose.

He brushed the wet away with his thumb, his heart clenching in his chest while his throat restricted, knowing if you were here you would kiss each tear away and sit quietly with him until his mind gave him some reprieve.

Will sunk his chin down into the collar of his jacket, rubbing his mouth back and forth on the material, the smell of sweat, rain and stale blood that he didn’t know was his or not filling his nostrils with a pungency he struggled to get used to.

A huff that bordered on being a laugh came from him, thinking how ironic it was that the night before he deployed he hadn’t slept either, choosing instead to spend every second he had making love to you over and over while the time was available to him, each time never enough, and he thought how he would sacrifice sleep for the rest of his life if it meant he could share nights like that with you again.

He licked his lips, trying to get some moisture onto them and rid them of the stinging, chapped feeling and then pressed them together, recalling how it felt to have them hydrated and wet from yours, imagining the sensation of your skin under them as he peppered countless kisses on your body, something he could only describe as being the closest he could ever get to heaven while he sat in the threshold of hell.

Will had vowed when he left that morning that he would never leave you again after this mission, and he would stay true to that promise, deeming it completely impossible to carry on like this while knowing everything he needed to live and survive was half the world away.

Until then, he would tick off every minute, hour and day, counting them down until he was holding you in his wearied arms again, and hoped he could at least pass some of them with sleep, the gravity of needing to be alert and focused in order to make it back to you sitting heavily on his shoulders.

He untucked his arms from across his chest, tugging up the sleeve on his left one to check his watch, feeling a little more hopeful that he was one hour closer to that goal.

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Curses & Snakes (Lucifer X Reader)

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You're a princess, locked in a tower from the day of your maturity. Until the day that a peculiar snake comes slithering into your tower's window. He brings a strange curse, along with a demon clad in smoke and swindling red fabrics, along with him.

(WARNINGS)

Female Reader

Descriptions of snakes

Deception/trickery

Death threats

Self inflicted death (not suicide)

This was the last "paper" I had to write before I graduated, for a folklore class that gave me enough credits to finally graduate with my associate's degree!! It's not perfect, but I got a good grade on it so I figured I'd post it here too for anybody who wanted to read it. Hope you enjoy!

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Once upon a time there was a princess, who was considered so beautiful that she was sought after throughout all of the land. Her father, the King, was left no choice but to hide her away from unsuitable eyes until a proper prince came calling for her hand. His decision became to lock her away in a large tower connected to his castle, with no entrance or exit except the secret door that only the King was aware of. The princess had been displeased about her father’s decision, but the fact that he was the King meant that she had no choice but to obey his word. 

Her time was spent alone, in her tower, but she became awfully lonely with no one to visit her except her father. But one day, as she was sewing one of her dresses, she pricked her finger with her needle. Blood welled up from her skin as a few drops of the ruby red liquid fell down to stain the fabric that lay in her lap. She was so concerned that she did not notice the new visitor that had entered through the open window. 

“Hello?” It asked her as it curled around her ankle. She looked down towards the sound of the voice and screamed when she finally saw it. A fat, pristine white snake had appeared in her tower, its scaly and slimy body coiling around her foot as it looked up at her with bright red eyes. She got up from her chair as fast as she could, running away from the horrid beast and 

squealing, the heels of her shoes almost crushing the poor creature as she stomped her feet in its direction. 

“Leave me in peace, you vile thing!” She yelled, throwing her sewing project towards the snake out of self defence. 

“I only arrive out of requirement of help. Please, hear me out, princess, before you make your judgement!” It slithered over closer to her, its small, but scaly, face beadily staring at her as it stuck its forked tongue out at her. 

“I shall give you one chance, dear snake, to make your case. Before I throw you out the window from once you came from.” The princess told it. 

“You must believe me, gracious princess, for I am not a nasty snake at all. I am a prince, of a far away land, hidden within this coiled scaly body by a treacherous and evil being.” 

“How can I be able to help you, locked up so high in this tower by myself as I am?” 

In reply to her question the snake spit onto the ground. Two green blocks, each with numbers painted onto all six sides, tumbled from his small slimy mouth. “Roll these two die, my grace, and summon the same foe as I had done that cursed me with my affliction. You will have to ask him for a favor.” 

The princess did as it asked and sent the two wooden blocks rolling across the floor. The snake soon hid as the two die turned into a puff of black smoke. Soon a man appeared from within the smoke. He wore a swindler’s clothes and carried a large red scepter, every inch of him doused in rich red fabrics. 

“Hello there, dear girl. How can I be of help to a pretty thing like you?” He clicked his tongue. 

“My friend needs help.” She stated simply. 

“Oh? And what ailment afflicts your friend?”

“He is stuck in a body that is not his. I would like you to revert him back to his normal self.” 

“Hm.” He hummed, clicking his tongue again. “I will help.” 

The princess heard a soft hiss from behind her as the swindler man walked towards the open window. “Just like that? No cost? No price?” 

“Are you offering me something, princess?” 

“No.”

“Smart girl. Do not offer a man something in return if he has offered to do a task for free.” The swindler told her. He waved his hand near the window and bright green magic shined next to his fingers. “Your friend shall now be free of his snakely form. We’ll see each other again soon, I’m sure.” He said before disappearing within the air with another puff of pitch black smoke. 

Soon an altogether different man came out of hiding, one with lavish blonde hair and bright dazzling blue eyes. The princess immediately fell in love with his handsome features. They were soon married and the princess was released from her life locked within her tower. But life for the newly royal couple was not complete happiness, for the swindler man showed up again within six days. From a puff of smoke he arrived in front of the princess, his red scepter clutched in his hand. 

“Why have you shown your face back here uninvited?” She asked him. 

“It is time for me to collect what is owed to me.” 

“We had no deal!”

“Oh but we did, my dear princess, for any favor given by me is a deal made. And now it is time to hold up your end of the bargain.” 

“But I have nothing to offer! Will you take a portion of my father’s wealth? Or perhaps a section of our conquered land?” 

“No. Neither of those offerings are adequate. Only a sacrifice of your true love will do.” 

The only true love the princess had ever felt had been her new husband. “I will not give up my spouse to you.” 

“Then you shall die, my fair princess, as payment for the deal you have made.” The swindler threatened. His form contorted into a large and towering beast with antlers instead of ears and claws instead of fingers. The princess ran through the castle, the various twisting halls providing cover as the now monstrous swindler chased her. She ran and ran and ran. Until she came to the room where she knew her husband was residing. 

“Oh, please help, dear husband! That man has returned, and as a hideous monster, demanding repayment to a deal I did not make!” Her husband was quick to hear her cries for help and soon had a plan to deal with the swindler once and for all. 

He waited until the horned creature arrived at the door of the room, nostrils flared and clawed hooves scraping at the floor. When the monster roared and charged at the snake prince he quickly stepped out of the way and the swindler went crashing into the wall head first. His antlers became stuck with the force of the impact and his head cracked against their points as the ends dug in against his skull.

[storydays]

Hazbin Hotel: Episode 1 p1

Overture

@avatar_lover

(3rd POV)

"Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. 

For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as  the angels began to expand the universe in their ways. From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control and Lilith refused. 

Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love. Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse.

For with this single gift, evil finally found its way to Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven worked hard to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he created, never allowing him to see the good that came from Humanity, only the cruel and the wicked. 

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. 

But Lilith thrived, empowering a demon-kind with her voice and her songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision, that every year, they would send down an army: an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them. 

But Lilth’s hope remained. And her dream was passed down to their precious children, the Prince and Princess of Hell.”

A pale hand closed the story book, as a young woman held a key close to her, looking downcast. “Don’t worry Mom, I’ll make you proud.” She whispered, gazing out the window, listening to the screams outside. 

“Charlie?” a voice called startling the young woman. “Augh!” she yelped, as her key turned into a cat, who ran away to hide. Charlie winced before turning to the other woman, “Vaggie! Did you hear all that?” she asked. 

“Uh, yeah. I was standing right there.” smiled the woman, pointing at the door. “Sorry, I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens. The story helps.” Charlie frowned, staring at the book. “I know, don’t worry. I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay?” Vaggie asked, sitting next to the blonde demoness. “I’m fine, just–ya know thinking about family stuff.” “DId you hear your from your mom yet?” Charlie shook her head sadly. 

“Oof, how long has it been now?” 

“Not that long…only…..seven….years. Off doing something important, I’m sure.” Together the women stood up, to look outside the window. “But this kingdom was something she really cared about; something I care about.” Charlie hugged herself, smiling wistfully. 

“Well, at least you’re not alone.” Vaggie soothed, holding Charlie’s hands.”I just hope that what I’m trying to do here will work.” Charlie admitted. “It will. I have faith in you.” the white haired woman smiled, cupping Charlie’s cheek. 

“All right, come on. Alastor says he’s got something he wants to show us.” Vaggie walked out of the room, Charlie going to follow her, before hearing the church bell ring outside. She turned to look out at the clock as it rang, signaling the end of the extermination. Charlie sighed before heading downstairs. 

*Downstairs*

“Well, hello there, you wayward sinner!” A cheery voice, on the television, called out to a demon currently stabbing another on the street, making the two look around confusedly. “Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that’s why you’re in Hell! But what would you say if there was a place that had none of that?” questioned the voice as more sinners popped up, varying emotions from annoyance to confusion. The camera then zoomed to reveal the hotel.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! A misguided path to redemption!” the camera then pushed into Charlie’s personal space as she was mid conversation, before she noticed the camera and she smiled and waved nervously. A spider demon appeared behind her, using all four of his hands to give the demoness bunny ears behind her head and on the side. “Founded 5 days ago by Lucifer’s delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your faith in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you!” 

The television showed a picture of Lucifer facing away from Charile as she hugged herself, tears in her eyes. Then it showed Charlie attempting to convince sinners to join. 

“Here we offer fun things! Such as somewhat functional staff.” The camera showed a grumpy cat demon who was clearly drunk as he face planted into the bar. A little cyclops woman scurried around him, chasing a bug with a giant needle in her arm, with a maniacal grin on her face, as she attempted to stab the bug.

“24 hour pest control! Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor!” The camera panned out to show a piece of wood falling near the spider demon from earlier who was lounging on a couch, clearly bored as he examined his finger nails.  “Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident.”

The spider sent the camera a middle finger, making an effect of the word Wow appear on screen, changing to show a crudely drawing of the hotel with different notes and smiley faces with a large toothy grin. “Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel. Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!” On the screen, appeared: “Call now or don’t! I don’t care! We still don’t have a working phone!” 

The TV shut off as the audience in the room sat around, emotions varying from anger, shock, and disbelief. “So, what’d ya think?”asked a grinning deer demon, dressed head to toe in red and black. 

“I’m sorry, what the FUCK was that?” scowled Vaggie, arms crossed. “Uh, yeah, one note. Alastor…” Charlie started, ignoring how the demon’s smile tightened. “I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this, seriously, amazing, but um..” Charlie played with her fingers as she tried to explain her thoughts, “The tone was maybe a bit..off?” Alastor tilted his head as she continued. 

“We want people to WANT to come here. This makes it look–um..” “Bad. The word you’re looking for is bad.” Vaggie snarled, crossing her arms. 

“Funny, I was going for hilarious!” Alastor laughed. “It didn’t explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons, which is the whole fucking point!” 

“Vaggie is right, Alastor. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to save them.” called a smooth voice from another armchair. The male was sitting on the chair, his legs over the arm of the chair, and the cat from earlier purring in his arms, as he stroked her back. This was the Prince of Hell, Heir to the Throne, and Charlie’s big brother, (Y/N).

“Well, my dear (Y/N), I haven’t been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show. The proper way to express oneself!” Alastor turned to the TV with a clear disdain written over his ever grinning face.

“But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it.” “Oh fun, you had a little fun?” Vaggie snapped, before standing. “Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here, a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you’re mocking us. Nobody’s going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.” Vaggie hissed before the 4 noticed a red hand waving in the air. 

“What?” snapped Vaggie as (Y/N) started to walk towards the bar. 

“If’n you’re filimin’ a commercial, can I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?” The spider demon from earlier, sat up lazily, grabbing the bottle of alcohol with him, and winked at the people, gesturing to himself. 

“Angel, you’re a porn star.” Vaggie deadpanned.

“A famous porn star.” Corrected Angel, as (Y/N) came back and sat next to the spider, with a strawberry Daiquiri in his hand. 

“I’ll have the horniest sinners knockin’ down these walls to get in.” The white furred spider grinned smugly, before swinging his legs over (Y/N)’s lap, clearly comfortable. “We are not shooting a porn as a commerical.” Vaggie said firmly. 

“Why not? Sex sells, don’t it?” Angel winked. “I swear, if you film me going at it with Sexy Princey or Mr FancyTalk Creep Voice here, you’d be rollin’ in participants to stay at this tacky hotel.”. Alastor laughed loudly before deadpanning. “Haha! Never going to happen.”

The bespectacled prince cleared his throat nervously, cheeks a slight red as he tried to compose himself. “A-Angel, we appreciate you wanting to use your ‘special skills’ to, um, attract folks to the hotel. But I–WE, meant to say WE don’t want to exploit you in that way.” 

(Y/N) smiled at the spider demon who grinned, leaning into the prince’s space, close to his ear, and purred, “But what if I want you to exploit me……..Daddy?” “HAHA! OKAY!”

(Y/N) yelped, before using his wings to quickly fly up and over by the bar, startling Angel who then smirked knowingly at the demon. 

Turning towards the girls, Angel continued to talk, “This body was made to be exploited, baby. I’ve got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs, I got the lung capacity. Oh, oh! I have the legs, the gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits..”  Charlie laughed uncomfortably as Angel continued talking.

(Y/N)’s phone started ringing, making the prince roll his eyes and walk away, answering his phone. “I’ll be right back.” 

He turned the corner, and grinned deviously as he answered the phone, “What up, bitch!”

*Back with the others*

“Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?” Angel asked suddenly, pointing at Alastor.

“Oh trust me, I can.” Alastor grinned darkly, briefly showing his horns.

“Why do you think I’m here?” A gruff voice called from the bar, making everyone turn to the bar, towards the grumpy cat from earlier. 

“You think I’d be cleaning bottles and listen to you fucks’ bitch and moan, if he wasn’t forcing me.” The bartender hissed as the little cyclops appeared next to him, grinning. 

“I like being forced.” She giggled. 

“Keep that to yourself, Niff.” grimaced the cat demon. 

“What, you don’t love being here with me, Whiskers?” Angel mocked, making a kissy face. 

“Call me whiskers again, and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat.” the cat threatened.

“Kinky! C’mon, keep talking dirty.” grinned Angel, narrowing his eyes at the cat.

“Angel, let Husk do his job. And no, we can’t force people to stay here; they need to choose to.” Vaggie stated. 

“I’m choosing to be here, and I think it’s all stupid. We’re in Hell, toots.” Angel shrugged, “That’s kind of the end of the line, ain’t it?”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t have to be.” Charlie smiled. “Just because no one’s ever made it out, doesn’t mean it’s not possible.”

Angel placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder as he leaned down to her height. “Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent free.” The women shot him a deadpanned look, and he scowled. “Crack is expensive.”

(Y/N) quickly came and grabbed Charlie by the arm, grinning excitedly. “Char, come with me!” Charlie yelped as her brother pulled her around the corner. 

“Woah, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

“So the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet…and I managed to convince Dad to let me send you to talk to them instead.”

Charlie tilted her head. “Why me? You usually take care of stuff like that.”

“Because, Char, you are the princess of Hell,and I think you’re old enough to start partaking in stuff like this. And.. you can use this as an opportunity to try to convince Heaven to give your Hotel a chance. “ (Y/N) prompted. 

“Ooh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Charlie hugged her brother before rushing to tell Vaggie. (Y/N) going to lean on the couch, as Vaggie questioned Charlie. “But the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after?” 

Charlie started singing and twirled Vaggie who replied dizzily, “Okay but just don’t sing to them.”

“That bitch is half way down the street.” (Y/N) and Angel laughed, with the others looking out the door, watching the princess sing. 

“Is she–?” Vaggie asked, worriedly.

“Oh, she’s dancin’.” Angel tossed his head back, drinking the bottle in his hands, ignoring Vaggie’s groan.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

part 39

note to self: If i write another story after this one, maybe have a banner/cover photo so its the same photo every chapter bc my cillian folder on my phone is dwindling lmao

“Make sure you pack everything you need, I’ll handle the airline” Jen yelled from the living room. Zoe was grabbing a duffle bag and shoving clothes into it at rapid speed. She needed to get to Cillian, now.

“Clothes, toothbrush, socks…. what am I gonna say to him?” Zoe said out loud to herself.

clothes, toothbrush, socks… hey your assistant or whatever shattered our relationship, i love you, i had a miscarriage, it was yours, by the way your house is all set up and ready to go, Zoe thought.

She emerged a half hour later, now wearing leggings and an athletic zip-up jacket with sneakers. Duffle bag in hand, she took a deep breath. “okay, when is my flight?”

“OUR flight is tonight at 7pm, and since it’s 4pm now i suggest we leave NOW” Jen said, putting on her sneakers and zipping up her own suitcase. “Good thing i’m a lazy mom who thinks it’s a good idea to keep my passport in my suitcase at all times.”

“Jen, you don’t have to come -“

“Are you out of your mind?” Jen said, cutting her off, “I am DEFINITELY coming. I can’t leave now. I need to know how this ends. Plus, I already called and paid for our uber. Let’s go wait downstairs.” She stood up and made her way to the front door.

“I can’t believe i’m doing this” Zoe muttered, following Jen’s (determined) march out of Zoe’s apartment.

“Besides,” Jen yelled over her shoulder, and Zoe paused to lock the door, “i’ve always wanted to see Big Ben!”

Zoe already had the address of Cillian’s hotel; he gave her a sheet before he left to shoot Peaky with his flight number, hotel info and return flight information. He left no stone unturned, making sure Zoe was in the loop throughout every step of him leaving.

How could I be so stupid? she thought. How could I not see the Cillian I knew and this version was night and day?

Zoe beat herself up the majority of the flight, with Jen next to her doing her best to calm her down. When words didn’t work, she just held her hand and let Zoe cry on her shoulder.

“She’s a mean girl, Zoe,” she had said, talking about Hannah. “There’s no explanation as to why she did what she did. It’s rude and mean and nasty and manipulating and evil. She’s not a good person. But you are. I'm not going to sit here and say don’t cry, so you just cry. We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

It took the jaws of life to get Zoe off that plane. Jen was behind her with her hand on her back softly pushing her to move. “One step in front of the other,” she would say softly over Zoe’s shoulder, “That’s it. Good… okay, preferably a bit faster since there’s a line of people behind us getting angrier and angrier by the minute…”

“Jen, what do I even say?” Zoe said, in the back of the car on the way to the hotel.

“We had a 10 hour flight and you didn’t use a minute of that time to think about that?” Jen said, exhausted. She had begged the uber driver to make a pit stop for coffee. All the travel and time zone changes were catching up to her, and she needed her caffeine fix.

Zoe on the other hand was wired on pure adrenaline, anxiety and fear.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Zoe groaned, putting her head in her hands.

“Ok, well, we’re pulling up. So think on your feet… Actually you know what? Be honest. Just be raw and honest, as if you were talking to me.”

“What if I start crying? What if -“

“WHO CARES?” Jen snapped. “Who cares if you cry when you talk to him? Who cares if you throw up? Faint? Scream? If this man loves you the way you tell me he does, he certainly won’t. You shouldn’t have to be worried about these things when you’re in front of someone you love. You’re so conditioned on making sure everyone else is comfortable you don’t look out for yourself. You have emotions, feelings, and he should be able to see them and you should be able to freely express them to him. Scared to cry… literally who gives a shit. I cry once a day. I don’t give a fuck.”

The car was silent, so you could hear the cab driver do a “whew” under his breath.

He wasn’t wrong. Neither was Jen.

She was right. She was always right. But now wasn’t the time to let her know that.

The car came to a stop along the curb in front of the hotel. “Come on,” Jen said. Zoe slid out after her and turned to close the door. As it clicked shut, she could see the cab driver give her a smile and a thumbs up.

Zoe smiled and mouthed “thank you”. He nodded his head and pulled into traffic.

“Okay….let me think,” Jen said, sighing and looking to the sky.

“Think about what? You act like you’re the one going in there and confronting him,” Zoe said.

“No, i know… I’m thinking of a pep talk to give you,” Jen replied, bringing her hand to her sunglasses on her face and placing them on top of her head.

At that moment, Zoe really saw how tired her sister was. Her skin looked splotchy, he had a light sheen of sweat on her brow, and there were dark circles accompanying the bags under her eyes. She traveled across the world for her at the drop of a dime; tired, hungry, sweaty…. and not a single complaint out of her.

“It’s okay,Jen,” Zoe said, “I appreciate you. I got this.” She took a deep breath and stared at the front door of the hotel. “Let’s go in.”

———————————-

“Absolutely not, I’m sorry,” The receptionist said.

“But -”

“Ma’am, we are not at liberty to give out information about our guests, let alone give out their room number. It goes against any and every confidentiality agreement we have.”

Zoe sighed. Of course they wouldn’t give her information. They probably think I’m just a crazy fan, she thought.

Zoe backed away and turned to Jen. “It’s done. They won’t give me any info. This trip was a waste. I’m so sorry.”

“Let’s ..take a breather. Let’s eat, recharge, reconnect … I need a shower, I feel gross, let’s get food and we’ll think of something. He has to come back here eventually, right? You’re sure this is the hotel?” Jen said, touching Zoe’s arm to lead her back towards the front door.

“I can’t believe this, Jen, how could I be so stupid?” Zoe said, “I feel so embarrassed…”

“uh, Zoe..”

Zoe didn’t hear the sound of Jen’s steps behind her anymore. She turned around and followed her gaze to the Hotel bar.

There Cillian was, sitting at the bar with Hannah, who was typing away on her laptop.

Jen turned back to Zoe. “Found him.”

Zoe didn’t know what it was; the fact that after all this, there he was, right in front of her… or, the fact he was sitting there with HER, the cruelest woman she’s never met, the one who sabotaged her relationship, typing away as if she didn’t just crush the soul of her client in front of her.

Whatever it was, Zoe didn’t feel fear, she didn’t feel nervousness or anxious … she felt RAGE. She felt her heart pound against her chest and suddenly felt she had the power to run a marathon, the strength of a thousand soldiers, the fearlessness of any superhero.

She stormed right towards him and Hannah, fists clenched at her sides. Jen, caught off guard, struggled to catch up to her.

“Excuse me, do you have a reservation -“

“DON'T TALK,” Zoe interrupted the host as she stormed past her and the hostess stand.

That caught the attention of Cillian and Hannah, who turned to see a red faced, angry Zoe marching towards them, stopping right in front of Cillian, now wide-eyed and pale faced.

“Hello, we really need to talk. Alone.” Zoe said to Cillian, making sure to turn to Hannah when she said the alone part.

“Uh…hello,” Cillian said, struggling to find words.

“Hello.” Zoe repeated, “Where can we talk?”

“Cillian, you don’t have time for this, you have dinner at 6:30-“ Hannah said, cutting in.

“YOU. I suggest you don’t speak.” Zoe said, raising her voice at Hannah. “You are the most disgusting, manipulating, evil bitch I have ever met in my life. I hope you rot in hell.”

Hannah’s eyes went wide, and bounced back and forth between Cillian and Zoe. “ I… what? What are you talking about-“

“You know exactly what she’s talking about, Barbie, shut up,” Jen said, out of breath, from behind Zoe.

“Ok, Ok,” Cillian said, standing up off the stool, “you’re making a scene. What is going on? Why are you here?”

“I need to talk to you. Alone. Please,” Zoe pleaded.

Cillian stared at her, trying to find out what she could possibly need that caused her to fly all the way here.

“Wasn’t cutting me off through a text enough?” Cillian said quietly.

Zoe winced. She could hear the pain in his voice. She could see it in his face. He was wearing a beanie, presumably to cover the peaky haircut, but he looked horrible. Dark circles under his eyes, his cheekbones more defined, and his blue eyes almost seemed duller.

“Cillian, please…” Zoe begged. “Just 5 minutes. I promise if you want me to leave after i talk you’ll never see me or hear from me again.”

Cillian sighed, and his head dropped to his shoes. “We can go upstairs to my room,” He said softly, “But 5 minutes.”

“Fine. Thank you. Fine. Lead the way,” Zoe said, stepping aside.

Before Cillian could move, Jen stepped forward and blocked him. “TTYL,” Jen said, looking at him straight in his eyes.

Cillian blinked at her, looked to Zoe, and back to Jen, “uh… thanks.. what?” Cillian replied confused.

Jen looked to Zoe and shrugged her shoulders, “Sorry, Had to see for myself,” she mumbled.

The elevator ride up to the room was quiet and awkward. Zoe battled in her brain if she should make small talk; ask about shooting, the weather, the food…?. she can’t say he looks good, because frankly, he doesn’t. She decided the awkward silence was the better option.

With a swipe of his keycard the hotel room door opened and Cillian stepped aside to let Zoe into the dark room first.

She stepped in and looked around - it was a basic living room, with a couple scripts on the end table along with a couple empty bottles of alcohol. A pillow from the bedroom was on the couch and the cushions looked squished in - as if Cillian had been sleeping on the couch the past couple of weeks and just woke up and left to shoot. The room smelled like stale alcohol and old food, which made sense since Zoe noticed the overflowing garbage of takeout containers and more empty beer bottles. She walked over to the windows on the opposite wall and pulled back the heavy curtain. She heard Cillian wince once the sunlight flooded the room. She turned around, and through the specks of dust that now flooded the air she could make out Cillian closing the door and walking towards her, hands in his pocket, eyes adjusting to the light.

“Ok, you got me here,” he said, “talk.”

Zoe sighed and bit her lip. She was nervous and she didn’t understand why.

They could be together again. This was just all one big misunderstanding.

There were times where Zoe biting her lip made Cillian feral, and now he just looked at her as if she was a stranger.

“Cillian..” Zoe started, “Can you sit down with me?” she gently said, sitting on the couch.

“I prefer not to, and if we can make this quick, I’d appreciate it,” Cillian responded coldly.

“Cillian … there’s been a really big misunderstanding,” Zoe started.

“A misunderstanding? That’s interesting. So you breaking up with me via a two-word text message is a misunderstanding?”

“No, you don’t understand - “

Cillian sighed and shook his head, “Zoe, please. I don’t want to deal with this. It’s done. I got the message loud and clear. Thank you for all you’ve done with our - my house. Send me the bill for anything you paid for, and I'll reimburse you. I actually asked you that via text but you so kindly blocked me so all my messages to you just went nowhere, but don’t worry, I understand. What do you need from me right now? Whatever it is, you got it. I just want this part of my life closed and never to be remembered honestly ever again, You were so quick to cut me off -“

“That’s what you don’t understand, I thought I was talking to you, but I wasn’t! It was Hannah! All of this is Hannah’s fault!”

Cillian blinked at her slowly. “ok…” he finally said, “I'm officially worried about you. I don’t know where that came from, but that’s ridiculous and you know it deep down.”

“Do I? Is it really THAT ridiculous? Come on, you know she hated me the second our contract was up and didn’t want us together,” Zoe said, trying not to get upset. “Please, just let me explain everything. Can you give me that? You and me, remember?”

Zoe could see his breathing hitch when she said that last part. He sighed and put his head in his hand, then sat down next to Zoe.

“Okay,” he mumbled. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think Hannah has a personal vendetta against you. But I'm listening.”

“Cill, she never liked me.”

“Well she’s not paid to like you. She works for me. So anything I ask her of regarding you was still done by her.”

“And that’s where our problems start,” Zoe said, reaching for her phone. “Let’s start from the beginning. Remember when you said you would have Hannah email me the shooting schedule?”

Cillian nodded. “And you got it.”

“I got SOMETHING,” She said, pulling up the half-assed schedule Hannah provided. “I could be wrong, but is this how an official schedule looks like? On a word doc with typos?” She pulled up the doc on her phone and showed it to Cillian. She watched his eyes glaze over it.

“Well, maybe she didn’t want to provide the official one we got because it wasn’t handy and she just typed it up to … wait.. this isn’t right, we didn’t shoot for.. my god, 16 hours on Thursday? what?....” Cillian said, reading the dates and times. He got off the couch. “What week Is this for? Hold on,” He said, getting up and going towards a pile of papers on the counter. He came back with a manila folder.

“These are the official schedules, I print them out because I always end up writing on them to include my gym sessions and haircuts,” He said, opening the folder to a paper with a grid of dates and times, Cillian’s name and the production company logo on top as well as watermarked. “These times are .. all wrong,” He said, comparing the two.

“Exactly. You thought I wasn’t texting you but it was because according to the fake schedule, I thought you were shooting… on top of you telling me to not text you ever,” Zoe responded, leading into her 2nd portion.

Cillian’s eyes almost shot out of his head as he looked at Zoe. “What?? I never said that to you!”

“And that brings me to the most damning piece of evidence of all,” Zoe said, “The text messages.”

Zoe went to her cell phone provider’s online portal and pulled up the transcript of messages. “Do you remember sending any of these?”

Cillian scrolled through the text messages, and Zoe watched it dawn on him that she may be right all along about this.

“I don’t … i don’t know what these codes mean,” Cillian said.

“I know.. that’s honestly the part that made this all come together. I never once pinned you for the man to write the letter U instead of spelling out Y-O-U, or use shortcuts like NBD” Zoe softly said. “Joseph told me Hannah was the primary keeper of your phone,” She said even quieter.

Cillian was silent. He just nodded as he still scrolled through the messages that were allegedly from him. His heart was pounding through his chest.

Zoe still had a question she needed an answer to - “You didn’t notice any of these weird messages in your text thread with me when you DID have your phone?”

Cillian finally broke away and make the contact with Zoe. “Hannah told me… she told me I should delete all my texts every day because it takes up memory or.. or something. She said it was in the little book that came with the phone.”

Zoe sighed. “I don’t think phones come with books anymore, babe,” She said, putting a reassuring hand on his knee.

Cillian looked blankly at the wall across from him, as if he was trying to reply the conversation over and over again, “Yea she.. she said no one ever reads them and she does because she.. likes to or something,”

Perfect segway into part 3, Zoe thought.

“Well, speaking of things that Hannah likes to read…” Zoe said, pulling up the screenshot of Tara’s instagram post of the article she wrote regarding Cillian and Lizzie.

Cillian sighed, “This again? Listen, we’re just friends, she asked me-“

“No, Cillian,” Zoe interrupted. “look at who commented.”

“Zoe, I don’t know what this is or what i’m looking at,” Cillian said, with a hint of frustration in his voice.

“Okay, this is instagram. A lot of people have it… it’s another form of social media. People use it to post photos, videos, etc… this is the page belonging to the woman who wrote the article about you and Lizzie… Her name is Tara Russo. She posts pictures her articles as they drop along with the link for people to click and read them. Look who commented …” Zoe pointed with her finger at Hannah’s username.

Cillian squinted. “Is that Hannah?”

“Yes… she commented the handshake emoji. If you look at their activity on their pages, Hannah is always liking her posts.. which is something a friend does. But this one, the handshake emoji… i think she tipped Tara off that you’d be out with her so she can go take photos and write the article because she wanted me to believe you moved on…” Zoe concluded.

Cillian stood up and started pacing. “This is.. this is insane…”

“I know. I’m sorry, but I never broke up with you. And I don't believe any of the messages you sent me. That’s why I had to talk to you…”

“How could someone do that? I’ve been here not sleeping and feeling like shit over this thinking i was just discarded again like my ex wife -“

“I know. imagine how I feel, i was in the hospital alone, i had to call my mom-“

“Huh?” Cillian stopped and turned to Zoe. “Hospital? Why?”

oh.

Zoe forgot about this part.

Zoe took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She looked down at her hands, clenched together in her lap.

“Zoe.” Cillian said, with a tone in his voice that made her head shoot up to look at him. “You didn’t … hurt yourself over this.. did you?”

“No!” Zoe exclaimed, “God no. Nothing like that,” she paused. Fuck, how do I say this?

“I was out to lunch… I hadn’t been feeling well, I got up to go to the bathroom, and I passed out…”

“Jesus… stress?”

“No… I had a miscarriage.”

Cillian stood there as Zoe watched the blood drain from his face. His breathing became labored and he blinked a couple times in her direction before saying “a miscarriage … you were ..”

“I was pregnant. I didn’t know. Of course looking back it all makes sense, all those mornings of me puking, but I didn’t know-“

“So I was here.. thinking you dumped me over a text while you were miscarrying…?”

“Unfortunately, that’s how it looks.”

“I.. why didn’t … Zoe, did you think i’d ignore you for that??” Cillian exclaimed. He didn’t know what to do, where to walk, should he sit? What does he do with his hands?

“Cill, i didn’t know what to think. I thought you were annoyed with me with all the texts I was getting, I really didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. Just stop.” Cill said, stopping at the window. “I have to ask… it’s… well, it was… ours?”

“of course it was.”

Cillian was silent. He continued to look out the window, one hand on his hip and one hand cradling his chin. “I think I need some time…”

Zoe stood up. “Do you want space right now?”

“Yes. Just…just go.”

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[raineandsky]

#83

“[Hero],” the villain opens with smoothness they haven’t shown the hero in a long time. “I have made a terrible, terrible mistake.”

Ah. Seduction for a favour. Of course. “Well don’t keep me in suspense, [Villain]. I could use a good laugh.”

The villain pulls a face, distantly offended. Their lips twitch uncertainly. “[Supervillain]’s lab is… made for [Supervillain].”

“Who’d have thought. You’ve been in there?”

Another twitch. “Yes,” the villain says shortly. “Yes, I was in there. [Supervillain] doesn’t label anything either. Their little concoctions could be anything—and I… drank one.”

The hero snorts. The villain scowls. “You drank an unlabelled liquid?” the hero asks from behind a laugh.

“Yes.”

“Intentionally?”

The villain’s scowl somehow deepens. “Yes.”

“What, are your hours numbered? Are you hoping I hold a secret cure?”

“No.”

“What was it, then?”

Another twitch. The villain doesn’t seem to want to answer at all. “It was a truth serum.”

Oh. Now that is interesting. “Truth serum? So you can’t lie?”

“Yes.” The villain smirks, and suddenly the seductive hopefulness is back full force. “Go on, test me. Ask a question.”

The hero stares into the distance as they think. It’s a lot of opportunity dumped on them with no warning. The villain slinks across the room towards them, curious, tantalising. “Do you actually enjoy being a villain?”

“Yes.” The villain’s smirk upturns even more. “I wouldn’t even have to lie for that. Ask something I wouldn’t usually answer, dumbass.”

The villain closes the space between them. The hero gives them a suspicious squint. “Where’s your evil lair?”

“In the basement of the old school downtown,” the villain says immediately. They groan disappointedly as soon as the words are out. “God, of course you’d go for something about work. What, is looking for us getting boring?”

The hero can feel the villain’s breath on their face now. They look away to avoid the heat rising to their face. “You want me to ask something… personal?”

The villain smirks. Their arms snake up to sit on the hero’s shoulders, their fingers brushing idly through their hair. “Sure.”

Thinking isn’t the hero’s strong suit right now. They know they should push the villain away, but something’s stopping them. It almost feels real. It’s a little too comfortable. They can feel every bit of the villain's body against theirs. “I, uh… are you… seeing anyone?”

“No,” the villain whispers with a cocky grin. “Not yet.”

And the villain presses their lips to the hero’s.

Something of a surprised squeak tumbles from the hero’s mouth and straight into the villain’s. The villain hums a laugh, their fingers tightening in the other’s hair. The hero is caught up in the shock of it for a moment, but once their brain kicks in and screams its victory they remember to actually kiss them back.

The villain’s mouth is soft, gentle, their lips moving against the hero’s with a novel carefulness. The hero lets their arms slide around the other’s waist, pulling them in a little more, almost lightheaded with the exhilarated buzz. They can feel the villain smile against them as they deepen the kiss. The villain’s lips are almost salty, crisp, moreish. The hero doesn’t think they could ever get enough of their taste on their tongue.

The villain pulls away after a moment, much to the hero’s dismay, though their arms stay locked possessively around their neck. They throw a smirk at the hero again, entirely too proud of what they just pulled. “How many heroes are on the roster right now?”

The hero’s mouth is forming words before they can even register the question. “Twelve.”

“Damn.” The villain’s eyebrows shoot upwards, and the hero suddenly realises what’s happening. This bastard. “That’s not a lot. We have more than that.”

“How many?”

“Thirty-six.” The hero’s eyes widen slightly in horror, and the villain scowls at them. They still haven’t let go. “Fuck you.”

“What is—”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No.” Damnnit. The villain’s smirk turns playful at the hero's answer. “What’s—”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.” The hero’s feelings aren’t stopping the rising desire to strangle the villain for making them do this. “You asshole.”

The villain’s smirk turns into a grin. “Aww. See, you can be—”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes.” The villain’s smile is gone in a second. “Oh, who’s the asshole now, huh?”

“This is so stupid,” the hero points out with a scowl. “How long does this stuff last?”

“I don’t know.” The villain grins again, entirely too knowing. “Why don’t we find out? We have all day.”

The hero frowns in faint annoyance, but the villain easily wipes it off their face with another taste of truth serum.

[dreamseersystem]

Overwritten Destiny

What happens if a story changes? Something that was supposed to happen later, instead happens before Multiverse altering events. Before the Apple Incident, a universe came into being that seemed to story the normal script. Until the final timeline... In a twist of fate, something in XTale changed and Cross now finds himself in his empty au, changed and his LV maxed at 20 and gained the power of Overwrite. What else will change? Whose destinies will now be Overwritten?

Pain, so much pain. His spliced together SOUL pounded in his chest as he was left totally alone. Even his brother was gone, torn apart by the LV that grew within the body as he fought friends and family over and over again till he changed into something inhuman. His father adding his SOUL to them as well to take control as his own body was dusting. He was torn apart as well. And all that was left was Cross, or at least he thinks it's mostly Cross, but he had memories of Chara and Gaster as well.

But that wasn't the only change. He was taller than he once was, purple flaming ecto horns stuck out of his head, his eyes were red and purple, the purple had an X going through it. Claws instead of normal fingers and toes. And a purple ecto tail with floof on the end of it that felt like soft fur. Could he even consider himself a person anymore? He felt more like a demon.

There was nothing left here. Just whiteness. Once Gaster's body died, the au fell apart. Even being in the joint SOUL couldn't save the place. Then again, it makes sense since Gaster's mind was destroyed or merged with Cross's. The same fate that happened to Chara at the same time. A SOUL was never meant to hold three people together.

He needed to get out of here, but he didn't know how. At least Cross didn't, but the memories of Gaster whispered in his mind to tell him of a way. A power he now had access to. He worked off the memory to summon a portal. Not knowing where he would be going, but it's away from this place, that's all that matters. There was a feeling of foreboding that he should leave it soon. So mentally preparing himself, he walked through and blinked as the sun hit his face on the other side.

A forest. With colors he never really saw before. His au was so limited in colors he realized. Why didn't Gaster make all these colors? Because it wasn't perfect the mind said. Fuck that. It was perfect in a way. He walked through it, admiring the colorful plant life until he found an exit.

The clearing ahead of him led to a hill. There was a big tree at the top that had strange colored apples. Apples of black and gold hung from its branches. Below the tree was a small skeleton monster and a bunch of other kids that were attacking them. He was begging for them to stop. That angered the Cross and Chara in them so they ran to the top of the hill and picked up the child quickly to protect them.

"Hey! Leave him alone. Haven't your parents taught you to treat others how you want to be treated?" He growled at the kids.

The kids stared at Cross and screamed, "DEMON!" Quickly they ran away down the hill to escape the scary adult and tell their parents of this new development. The child in his arms shaking and clinging as he sensed the new adult was safe since he protected him.

"Thank you," he whispered softly. "I'm Nightmare."

"You can call me Cross," he said as he placed the child against the tree to check over him. He was so dirty and some of his clothes were torn. And there were some cracks on his bones. "You poor thing. They really did a number on you huh?"

"Some are old... The adults beat me up as well," Nightmare said. "They all call me evil and bad because of my magic. But they only do it when my brother is away. They act nice when he is around."

"No one should ever call you evil or bad. You are just a kid Nightmare," Cross said as he worked on examining the exact damage. He didn't have healing magic tho, but Overwrite might be able to work as a refresh. He refused to use the control or changing aspect of it. He held Nightmare and brought up the button, coding also appeared that he ignored for now, even if the Gaster part of him understood some of it. He focused on what he wanted to do and pressed the button, the magic left Nightmare fully healed, his clothes looking like new, and he was all clean.

"Wow Cross! What did you do? That was awesome!" Nightmare exclaimed as his eyes changed into stars. He hugged the adult tight again.

"Just used my magic," Cross said. "It isn't much. But why don't you tell me more about you and your brother and this place. I'm kinda not from around here."

"Yeah, the villagers wouldn't like you either. You look like the demons the priest talks about when he was still nice to me," Nightmare giggled a bit. "I think it's cool!" He started rambling about everything. How the tree was their mother and what their job was, about his twin and everything they did together before the villagers came. As he continued to talk he got sadder and sadder and started tearing from it. "I miss my brother a lot. But he has friends in the village and I don't want to hurt him by telling him the truth," he cried.

Cross held him close and wrapped his tail around him. "I know it's hard, but you are brothers. Brothers should always tell the truth, even when it's hard. I had three brothers myself and we never lied to each other."

Nightmare sniffles as he looks up at the adult. "Where are they now?"

"Unfortunately they died," Cross said. "I'm the last one from my home. They all passed away and so I needed to move on."

"I'm sorry you lost them Cross. I can feel the emotions from you," Nightmare said as he held him. "Are you sure I can tell Dream? He won't get mad?"

"Nah. I bet your brother will be so worried about you being hurt by those he thought were his friends," Cross said as he petted the child.

"Where are you gonna go? You gonna leave?" Nightmare asked.

"I don't know. I don't really have anywhere to go," he admitted.

"Stay here! You can meet my brother and help protect momma with us! You are my first friend!" Nightmare exclaimed.

Cross laughed. "If you don't mind then. I can stay and recover here and help protect you and your brother," he said. It wouldn't hurt. And something drew him to the kid. It felt... Right to hold him and protect him. He was important. It brought up memories of when Gaster first came into being with Chara and Frisk. It was a similar feeling.

Cross stayed with Nightmare just in case the bullies or their parents came. While waiting, he told Nightmare a bit about himself, his training as a knight, and stories of things he and his brothers did together. Dream was the one that finally came to the tree. He looked at the adult with wild eyes as Nightmare tackled his brother.

"Dreamy! This is Cross! He is awesome and a knight he said! He has cool stories like the books you bring me sometimes!" Nightmare exclaimed excitedly as he started to ramble.

Cross listened and when he stopped he looked at Dream. "I kinda rescued your brother when I found this place. But he can tell you more about it."

"Oh, you did? Thank you mister Cross," Dream said. "My brother is so accident prone." Nightmare looked away at that. "Right I got some food!" He brought out a small bag that only had a few random vegetables and a piece of nearly stale bread that could barely feed one, let alone two kids. Cross made a face at that.

"Is that all you ever eat?" Cross asked.

"The fields won't grow as much as they used to," Dream explained. "This is all I was given for my work in the fields. Even the wheat harvest is low."

"So a famine..." Cross muttered. That would be why they see Nightmare as an ill omen with his magic that he explained about. He got up from his spot. "Why don't I try finding some food in the woods and see if we can make something together for the three of us? I shouldn't be long."

Nightmare nodded at Cross. It would be nice to eat something more filling for once. "Okay Cross! We will be here!" He can talk to Dreamy in secret now too. Once Cross disappeared into the woods he looked at Dream. "Dreamy... I need to tell you something."

Dream looked at his twin. "What is it Nighty?" Nightmare couldn't hold it back anymore. He hugged his brother tight and cried as he finally told him the truth about everything that has been going on with the villagers. Glad to finally be able to get it all out. Dream held him horrified.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked as he cried as well.

"They told me you would be very mad and hurt me too," Nightmare sobbed. "But Cross said brothers would never do that and I should trust you. I don't wanna lose you!"

Dream squeezed him tighter. "Never! Nighty you are my twin! My bestest friend! I don't wanna be friends with meanies! I'm never gonna go to the village again!" He swore.

"You mean it?" Nightmare asked.

"I do! I want to protect you Nighty! And momma too! They can't eat the apples! Momma said so!" Dream said with conviction. Nightmare hugged his brother tighter.

"I love you Dreamy!"

"I love you too Nighty!"

"Brothers forever!" They said at the same time.

It took some time for Cross to find food. He got lucky to find a few rabbits and set traps for them as he went to forage. He found good stew herbs, wild onions, and edible mushrooms. There were surprisingly some wild carrots as well. There might be a famine for farmers, but it seems the forest was still teeming with life. But it seems from what he could find, not many villagers come into the woods. No wonder they are starving a bit. He found a rabbit in one of his traps and took care of it with his dagger before he headed back to the kids.

They were sleeping, huddling against the tree as their crying wore them out. Cross smiled as he gathered the other veggies given to them and used Overwrite to create a fire and a pot to cook over the flames with water already in it. He spent the time preparing a stew with what he had. Making bowls and spoons to eat with, he set up the food and split the bread given. It would taste better with the stew anyway. He really didn't want to wake the twins, but they needed to eat. He walked up to the kids and shook them gently to wake them up.

"I made food," he said to them. Nightmare and Dream rubbed their eyes, confused until they had their first whiff of the food that was made.

"Smells good..." Nightmare said.

"Is it really cooked food?"

Cross chuckled and nodded. "Yep. I found plenty of food stuff in the forest to use for the stew. Even a rabbit," he said as he got the boys settled and handed them their food.

Both boys sat with him and took the spoons to take their first taste. Their eyes turned to stars at the same time, making humming noises as they dug into the food even more and copying Cross when he dipped his piece of bread in. This was their first time eating meat and it was really good too.

Cross decided to tell the twins stories while they ate. Stories of other worlds that his Gaster part once saw or was told by the strange being called Ink. He wondered where Ink even was or if he noticed that the au was even gone along with Gaster. There was a slight sadness in his SOUL he knew was from the Gaster still in him. There was a sort of affection Gaster had once felt for the chaotic being. He also had the vial that held the other half of Gaster's SOUL... He would need to find a way to reclaim that from him and dispose of it in the future.

The twins listened with such interest in the stories. Asking questions excitedly as the stories went on. Nightmare looked at Cross with a grin as the last story was finished and he yawned. It was already nighttime and dark, but the fire felt nice. "I wish the worlds were real. I would love to explore them," he said.

Dream yawned and agreed with his sibling. "Yeah. I wanna meet a Swap Sans and play with him. He sounds fun," he giggled sleepily.

Cross chuckled and after he cleaned up the dishes and made sure the fire was contained he picked them up to cuddle against their mother. The kids clung to him and let his tail wrap around them. "Maybe one day. The worlds are real, but I am not exactly good at traveling myself. I got here by luck," he said.

"Really?!" Both kids exclaimed at the same time.

"Yeah," Cross said.

Nightmare seemed excited and then frowned. "I wish we could go, but we gotta guard Momma. If we leave, they will hurt her," he said.

"Well, I don't need to leave right away like I said. And you two seem to need someone to look after you and protect you while you are protecting your mother," Cross said as he held them tight. "That is, if you want me to."

Nightmare and Dream nodded at that. "Please stay Mister Cross," Dream begged. "You are the only adult that is truly nice to us without expecting anything in return."

"Yeah Cross. We want you to stay," Nightmare agreed. Cross smiled at them.

"Then I shall," he said as the kids fell asleep. Soon he did as well. The first time he slept since all of this began. He woke up as just Cross, and now he fell asleep as someone more than Cross, but at his core he was still him. His tail wrapped tighter around the kids, as if he was claiming them as his own.

The adults and kids sometimes came up to the tree in the following days. Mostly to look for Dream since he wasn't coming to the village to work in the fields anymore. Others glared at the adult now staying with them, whispering that somehow Nightmare summoned a demonic guardian for the twins. It wasn't helping the fields stop growing anything now, the famine getting worse over time.

Some of the adult villagers tried to chase Cross off, citing he was a danger to the tree guardians. And they soon found out he could defend himself as he summoned a giant red knife to block them. He never attacked, only defended him and the twins. They cursed at him and called him a demon. The kids did the same and tried throwing rocks, but Cross stopped even those as well.

He was starting to get nervous as he kept going into the forest to forage for more food. The kids were thriving with full bellies, but he knew the villagers noticed this fact and were getting jealous. There was tension in the air and all three of them felt it. He was climbing the hill one day when he was grabbed from behind all of a sudden. Somehow they hid themselves from him sensing them. He struggled, but they tied him up to drag him up the hill.

Once they threw him on the ground, he saw the twins cowering by their mother, scared at all the adults there with weapons pointed at them. Cross knew they were going to hurt them and himself. "Dream! Nightmare! Run!" He called out.

Both kids shook and cried out when they saw what the villagers did to Cross. One of the leaders held an axe to his neck. "If you two run, I'll chop off his head," they said. "We want the golden apples! All of them! They are the only things that can save us now!"

Dream cried as he held his twin tight. "We can't! They are not meant for mortals!" He cried out. "Momma said they would hurt you!" Another villager slapped his across the face.

"Liar! You have become as evil as your brother! The priest will cleanse you once we take care of the demon and his master," another growled.

"Leave the kids alone! They are innocent!" Cross yelled. He got slapped for it, magic dripped down from his mouth.

They pulled the kids apart, one adult holding and squeezing Dream, the others closed in to beat Nightmare with the weapons they held. Both of them are crying out, begging for them to stop. Dream bit the hand that held them and he was dropped and ran to his brother's side. He tried begging again only to get slapped and knocked up against the tree.

The tree shook, two apples fell in front of the twins. Black and Gold glowed and tempted them to consume them. They heard their mother urge them on. So they grabbed them and ate. Each eating their own colored apple.

Cross felt magic in the air and he was unsure if it was good or bad. He wanted the kids to stop, but something told him they wouldn't listen. Even now, more apples fell and they ate like animals. The villagers hit and beat them to try and get them themselves, but they were hurt when they tried to touch the magical fruit.

They ate and ate. Apples fell in front of them until finally each had one final apple in their hands. Both glowing with a strange orange and cyan light.

As they took the final shallow of their respective apples, a power exploded and knocked the villagers to the ground as the kids glowed and screamed.

Dream glowed with an golden aura that shifted into orange as orange, red, and yellow wings burst out of his back and a thin white tail with fluff on the end that was golden in color. His eyes flashed and now one was red with a yellow sun as his eyelight. The other orange with a normal yellow eyelight. His circlet now floated above his head like a halo.

Nightmare glowed with a purple aura that shifted into cyan as two black goopy tentacles burst from his own back and a matching thin black tail that had floof on the end that was purple and cyan in color. Half his face was covered in the black goop where the villagers crushed his skull in, healing or hiding the damage since he only had a single eye now, that was double colored purple with cyan on the inside that glowed dangerously. His own circlet had changed as well, the style changing to look like he had curved golden horns that had a crescent moon shaped low between them.

Clouds were covering the sky and a lightning bolt hit the tree, splitting it into pieces. Two of the biggest pieces landed in front of the twins who quickly grabbed them. They changed into weapons. Nightmare a scythe that was just his size and Dream a pair of farming sickles held together by a chain. They attacked the villagers in a blind rage.

Cross was at a loss at what to do. He finally was let go as the adults screamed and ran or attacked the twins, only to be slaughtered. Each moving on instinct to take out those hurting them. He struggled to reach his dagger, and was finally able to cut his bindings to get free, but it was too late. The village was on fire and the twins killed all those that lived there. Adults, children, babies... All gone.

When they appeared at the top of the hill, they attacked Cross at first, but he was able to defend himself. "Kids! It's me Cross!" He called out.

Finally Dream and Nightmare seem to see who was in front of them. Their weapons dropped and they started crying as the rain fell on all of them. Washing off the blood and dust they were covered in. Cross got closer and pulled the kids into his arms. So young they were to do something like this. Driven to by the magic of their mother and the apples.

"Shh shh. Let it all out you two," he said to them. "You are safe now. The villagers are dead. They can't hurt you anymore." He cradled them as best he could, their small forms rocking against him as they cried their SOULs out. Soon all that was left was the rain and their sniffles. No other sound could be heard, not even the rumble of thunder. Cross knew that something happened to the au when the tree died. Like the entire au died with her. They couldn't stay here.

"Nightmare, Dream, we can't stay here anymore," Cross finally said. "I'm gonna take you somewhere safe okay?" The kids nodded at him.

"You promised?" Dream asked.

"Yeah. Even if it takes a few jumps we can find somewhere. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you two," he said as he hugged them tight.

"Not your fault," Nightmare said. "They must have been planning this for some time... It could have been worse without you here."

Cross didn't think so. All three of the memories inside his mind agreed they should have done more to protect them. But what was done was done. He picked them up, noticing the weapons were gone now, confirming they were magical like his. He held them close as he opened a portal, putting all his intent on finding a private and safe place for the three of them. With no one around.

Once he stepped through the portal it was into a huge room that looked like a throne room of a castle. Frayed wall tapestries hung and weird torches lit up once they entered the room, glowing purple. He didn't focus on that tho. He pulled up Overwrite as he sat on the floor and made the kids comfortable as he looked at the code of the au.

It was empty and small. Just the castle, the courtyard garden, and some farm fields outside the walls. Cross focused on the main thing. It was empty. No one lived here and somehow evaded being destroyed by Ink's opposite, the god of destruction. It was full of forgotten magic that was already recognizing Cross as its new owner, giving him access to the place as it clung to the strongest being that entered their place since the last owner died or left. It would be a safe place for the kids to live with him. Away from others and give them all a home.

Cross used Overwrite to make a campfire on the stone and light it. Using the warmth to keep the three of them warm. "We can be safe here. There is no one at all to be found."

Nightmare looked around the room. "What is this place?" He asked.

"A castle."

"Really a castle?" Both kids asked.

"Yes. And my magic says its empty and wants someone to call it home," Cross said.

"So... We can be safe here?" Dream asked.

"Yes. We can be safe here," Cross replied. Both kids let themselves slump against Cross at the news. Already feeling exhausted and sleepy from everything that has happened to them.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow once we are rested we can explore our new home," Cross said as he dried them off and summoned pillows and blankets they can use together.

The twins nodded and clung to him as they settled themselves to sleep. "Goodnight Daddy," Nightmare and Dream said together as their eyes closed.

Cross's SOUL lifted at being called dad by them. He smiled, a gentle one that would have reminded him of Gaster back when he was more caring. He nuzzled them. "Goodnight my children."

[tmwcs]

omg if its okay… could u request a scenario with heelel and helan where you almost get killed? like we know its prob impossible with heelel and helan watching over realena and protecting her, but maybe it happens during that one chance where their eyes are briefly off realena and she almost dies in front of them (maybe trying to protect heelel or passing out in heelel arms while bleeding out 🙈)? tysm and i love angst so i had to request this 😩😩

”Eye for an Eye.”

Warnings: y/n almost dies, traumatic-near death experience, death in front of a child (well...helan isn't really an ordinary child tbh), revenge, brutal revenge, implications of torturous death (of arch angels...but they were evil), murderous intent. think thats it.

"Mommy! Mommy! Can we go to the park?"

"Yes baby, lead the way."

You watched as your baby boy trails ahead, while you followed behind. Heeseung stood from afar, amassing a larger scope of the view with you and Helan. He watched over you closely, admiring the way you stood nearby the old willow tree, watching over your precious boy. He loved the way you loved and cherished a part of him--his bloodline, his legacy. A mixture of you and him, nurtured and mothered by you, it was all....

"Perfection..."

He swooned, harder than usual. He couldn't help it; you were the most beloved treasure in his eye, how could you not be worthy of his affection? You....you.

His senses become lost as his mind nearly levitates from his body, so much in fact, that he slipped up. Normally, his inhuman blessings were sharper than a steel blade, but the remarkable image before him distracted his better perceptions, leading to a grave mistake.

You still hadn't gotten entirely used to your newfound abilities, so how could you possibly have seen or heard the unusual being sliding beside you.

"An angel?"

It was the first you had seen since before your process and trip to Hell. The battle of the metallic figures, accumulating in mass numbers and dive bombing towards each brother, only to be swiftly executed by the six princes. Heeseung of course delivered the final blow, eliminating Jol and his army of angels.

"I guess we have to hit him where it hurts."

It talked! you couldn't believe it, you swore your ears were deceiving you. Never before since the world had discovered the angels, did one ever talk. But this one....this one spoke to you, and its voice screeched with sounds of rustic machinery and a ghostly holler. Just before you were able to fully ascertain the meaning behind its words, a piercing jab stings your chest. The feeling of your rib cage being disrupted, separating and fracturing, could be felt as the shock of blood loss rushes in. Initially, you couldn't make out what was causing this unusual sensation, not until you gasped out upon seeing the metallic shapeshifter transformed its arm into a pointed sphere cone, sharp and pointed at the very tip, which had made its way through your heart. It became harder to breathe, your throat begins to fill up with blood, it felt as if you were drowning. Little by little, you felt yourself losing edge, barely hearing the screaming cries of Helan from afar.

"Mommy!!!!"

Your precious boy, his cries became the only source of motivation for you to grab on to the base of the protruding extension that had made an hole through your flesh. You gasped and choked out as blood spilled from your bottom lip; the creature...it laughed. It mocked your dying countenance, but it wasn't for long.

the creature screeched in howling pain, shattering to pieces as Heeseung gripped the creatures neck until it was fully decapitated. with the creature's silver frame gone, you bled out and for the first time since you became inhuman, you felt empty. There was draft rushing through you, it made your body felt cold...freezing. You lose your balance and fall, but he was there to catch you...he was always there to catch you.

Helan rushes over, his arms reaching forward as the tears stream down his distressed face. Heeseung shushes the boy calmly as he takes hold of you and immediately transports the three of you back home.

.....................

Your screams fill the air, every demon and lost soul throughout the regions of Hell heard nothing but your dying tune as Helan wept in a dark corner.

"She's dying, your majesty."

Heeseung sits atop his throne, leaned in on an elbow as he strokes his chin. His legs spread as he watches you arch your back, gripping the silk sheets as your body begins to deteriorate, your white wings shriveled and slowly loses their feathers. He may have looked calm, but inside, he was enraged with bloodlust. His pride as the Prince of Darkness wouldn't allow him to cry....not yet.

Standing from his mighty throne, he shifts a side eye towards his weeping son, rocking back and forth as he buries his face into his knees. Heeseung does not say anything to the boy, he merely issues a quick look before pushing past his brothers, furthering their confusion as they pondered where he was possibly heading.

"Heeseug?....Heeseung!...Where are you going? Shouldn't you be here for her? Heeseung!!"

..........................

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"........"

"You know, you're really failing in managing your own...it's almost like I keep getting an open invitation to enter your kingdom, and burn it all to the ground."

"........"

"So you know then? Well then...that will only make my job easier. Where should I start? With you? The elders? Or should I start with those fucking angels? Hm? Should I tear them apart and burn them in my realm?"

"......."

"Don't give me that shit. You knew damn well what you were doing...you made her, a part of you and I, and brought me to her....knowing that I'd liked what I see. Well....I didn't 'like' what I saw....I love it....I love her....she is the only means in keeping your most precious creation from becoming extinct. So, tell me right now what I gotta do to halt her death...if i lose her, i swear in your name I'll burn all of humanity to the ground and devour them myself. Now....fucking bring her back to me."

.........................

"Any sign of Heeseung?"

"he hasn't returned."

The younger princely brothers stand around you, witnessing your demise. Niki held on to Helan, doing his best to calm the boy, casting his gaze away from viewing the horrid sight of his own mother reaching death.

"Heeseung!"

Jungwon's voice peaks at the sight of their eldest marching up the stone cold steps, his appearance altered from before. His all black attire remained, yet was coated with fresh blood. Speckles of blood bursts sprayed his face, signifying the brutality of his devilish nature. In each hand, he carried the heads of several arch angels, some of which were familiar to the boys. Unlike the silver, humanoid metallic appearance that the lower class angels inherited, the arch angels had mortal features of soft eyes, slim noses, and pursed lips. Hair of different shades and flesh, each one taking root of various continental origin.

"H-Heeseung...." Jay loses his voice as he projects a confused look to his elder, trying to piece the connection between the attack and Heeseung traveling to the gates of heaven, murdering a series of arch angels. Could it have been that the arch-angels that met their fate with the Devil were all a part of Jol's original plan? Were they carrying out the continuation of their failed mission all in the former arch-angel's name, behind their masters back?

"Leave. Take the boy." his voice deep and rough, a bit hoarse but ever so stern. His younger brothers knew better than to question Heeseung's actions, instead, they immediately took Helan and departed to their respective regions. Your body lays, nearly lifeless, it was the most dreadful sight that by the end of this night, he would ensure he'll never have to witness ever again.

He aggressively tosses the heads off to the side, keeping his eyes fixated on your weak body as the decapitated parts rolled off the edge, falling into the fiery pits of Hell.

Sitting over the edge of the bed, he partially hovers over, you were barely breathing, so helpless and in pain. He hated seeing you like this.

"Just hang on for me baby."

Biting into his own wrist, he pierces through flesh until the taste of blood hits his tongue. His blood. His own mixed with the murdered arch angels that he butchered during his visit in what used to be his home. Now, it is true that the Devil is a cruel and vicious entity, yet in this case, Heeseung did the world justice once more, though that was hardly his intentions.

With Jol's posse gone and out of the way, he was going to ensure that no harm would come to you, and by doing so, the world would also be safe.

He moves in, brushing the punctured wound against your lips as the blood drips in. "Come on baby...I need you...come back to me....stay with me....live with me and let me love you forever..."

The mixture of the two worlds, condensed in his own body reaches your throat, instantly rejuvenating your body. The sweetness of heaven's essence and the tartness of hell's poison produces a dark blood, nearly purple in color. It brings warmth back to your skin, replenishing your wings, and eases you to breathe again. Fluttering open, your eyes slowly open to take in the view of your home, it wasn't until you turned your head to look straight on when you saw his face leaning in. His cold fingers brushes your hair while his thumb tenderly strokes your bottom lip.

With a slow and steady breath, he releases a shaky gasp as his eyes becomes glossy with relief. "There...my girl is back....she came back to me."

"W-what.....what happened? Where's my baby? Helan..." your mind instantly thought of the moment when your heart was pierced, and the cries of your baby was the last thing you heard.

"Shh....relax. He's fine, i had the boys take him."

He gently presses your chest down from sitting up, encouraging you to remain laying. "Thought i lost you for a moment..." his voice was calm, tranquil, and savory. Stroking your chin, his chest presses against your breasts, his lips inhale each breath that surfaces his tongue. When his skin eloped with yours, and his mouth caressed your lips while his tongue grooved along your teeth, you realized that for the second time, the angel's of heaven became responsible of chaos and torment.

And it was at that exact moment that you realized, that for the second time, the Devil was the one to save you.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hey!! I know you said earlier that you are swamped with lesso requests, so really please dont feel like you have to write this. I just had this idea for an agere fic, so yknow how in the school for good and evil movie, when rafal is trying to destroy the schools, and he turns the staff (including lesso and dovey) into dolls?? What if reader is their girlfriend, and she didnt get turned into a doll because dovesso hid her in a room away from rafal so she doesnt get hurt. And reader notices that her mommas havent come back for quite some time, so she goes to search for them. She finds them as dolls, and at first she thinks its funny and she plays with them, but then she starts to miss the real human them and gets really upset. Once rafal is defeated, they turn back into their regular human forms (and remember everything that happened while they were dolls) and they comfort reader to make her feel better, super fluffy ending?? LOVE your writing, i hope youre having a great day. <333

Dolly heart

*Authors note~ I'm sorry it's taking ages for this to be posited but Agere will always have my heart, slowly smashing out these requests and getting ahead of myself which means you'll have fics prepared for when I move :)*

Trigger warnings~ little r Leonora mumma and Clarissa mommy Rafal being a horrid human sad little r

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Your girlfriends would always protect you and put your safety and health above their own. It took loving you for them to finally accept the love they'd been denying all the years for one another. And then they realised you regressed, allowing them to function as your caregivers which only strengthened their feelings for you and each other. When you regressed they took you to your old chambers in the school for good, where you had everything your little mind could ever think of.

This particular day, you happened to be snuggled up in the bed with your mommas happily suckling on your fingers as you dozed in and out of consciousness. That's when they heard it, the bang. What on earth would the Nevers and Evers doing now that would be so loud? But then came the terrified screams. Both woman made sure you would be happy and have all your needs met when you awaken before carefully leaving you to rest, they had every hope to be back before you even realised they had gone. But Rafal had other plans for the women.

Waking up cold was something you hated in either mindset, normally you'd have the warmth of at least one of your girls but not today. Your little mind struggled to understand where they'd gone. You spotted your favourite sippy cup and your favourite biscuit shaped like little animals at the bedside, all ready for you to pick at. But soon after you began to notice their absence again, you truly didn't know what to do or where they were which caused you to cry.

Twenty minutes of crying had you trying to escape the bed and flee the room, angry whines of frustration when you couldn't open the door. But after a few minutes of tugging and crying you managed to get it open just enough for you to slip through the gap. There you managed to stumble your way through the halls until you entered the great hall. Colourful and pretty much the dream wonderland for your mindset, but the best part was it came with dolly's.

Both mommas knew just how much you loved dolly's so of course they'd surprise you with dolls in certain places that you'd happen to find. This time it appears you'd been extra good because of the number of dolly's. If you were less excited and in more of a mature mindset you would've noticed the likeness to the people you call friends and your lovers. But you weren't, so with an excited squeal you threw yourself to the ground and scooped up the two dolls that looked like your mommas. "Momma" you whimpered stroking the dolls curly hair, "mommy!" You squeaked happily twirling the doll so her dress moves.

For a while you acted out all the little things your mind came up with, from momma and mommy being with you to adding in your friends miniature versions, going through daily things as you babbled to yourself happily. Looking at the Lesso doll had tears sprinting into your eyes, "mamamama" you babbled as the sadness overwhelmed you. "Want mamama mommmy" you whimpered putting the dolls down gently before curling into yourself in an attempt to self soothe.

You cried yourself to sleep on the cold hard floor, which is how you missed you dolls turning into the usual selves. Leonora was first to run to you, Doveys good instincts wanting her to check on everyone first, she know lesso would make sure your okay. "Dove? Wake up my little devil. Wake up for momma" she murmured while trailing her finger through your hair in a soothing manner. "Momma" you blinked sleepily coming to rub the sleep out of your tired eyes, "miss yous where gones?" That moment you caught sight of your mommy you could've sobbed for joy.

"Hi baby" Clarissa murmured coming to scoop you up in her arms, "I missed you sweet girl, and thank you for being so kind to those dolly's angel, we are very proud of you little love." At the mention of the dolls you began to search the room, not finding any dolls which caused you to cry. "What's wrong my darling?"Clarissa murmured now coming to rub your back in a soothing manner. "Mana dolly gones!" You sobbed hiccuping as the sobs wracked your body. "You want a mama dolly baby?" You nodded watching as Leonora magically produced two dolls, exact replicas of what you were playing with before. "Let's go lay down my love, I'm sure you wanna show momma and mommy dolly to all your other stuffies don't you?"

Word count~ 1019

[just-jae]

Hazbin Hoetl 5-6

Spoiler warning!

Not gonna lie, at first I was cringing a bit at Lucifer. Physically, actually cringing. I was expecting him the have, like, grace and baddie energy. but he's talking to himself pretending to show off rubber ducks to a crowd.

And of all the potential dynamics he and Al could have had, competing father figures was NOT on my mind at all dude. Al? Dad?

But, I watched these last two episodes a couple (okay maybe several) times over and, it's really growing on me. It was definitely the predeveloped impressions getting in the way of really enjoying these characters. Even the irks I had about Alastor aren't really irks anymore, especially with "Dad beat Dad" having much better animation and a banger number for Al (seriously wtf he's horrific in this episode)--

"Could you butt out of my song?"

"Your song? I started this!"

"I'm singing it, I'll finish it!"

My brows flew up that they'd blantantly compare their number to their relationship with Charlie like that.

Before, I was judging Hazbin by how well they pull off my (and arguably the long simmering fandom's) idea of these characters instead of how well the characters as they actually are are told. So many people thought this show would be a super serious deep dive on Christianity and commentary on religion itself. But at this point, it really feels like Heaven and Hell are metaphors at best; quirky settings/props at worst. They focus a lot more on personal issues like relationships, coping mechanisms, flaws like naivety, displaced senses of self worth, etc.

Charlie's idea of what "gets people into heaven" is naive and brochure-like. Adam gave a literal list of three items that seemed overly simplistic (and turned out to be wrong).

But at least they had some idea about it. The higher angels themselves had no clue whatsoever, their only concern was preserving the status quo. And even when things are called to question they fall back to old ways just bc they're scared to change anything. Sera didn't have any malice toward Hell, she just doesn't want to make things worse, having Angels fall, have Hell attack Earth or Heaven, have more evil spread, by changing things.

And all of this can be found in real life too, the way people think and react.

Getting a better idea of what all of this is about makes it so much easier to appreciate things I initially was put off by. It just has a context that it fits into now.

Lucifer being this disillusioned depressed dork with "yeaaaah, No." mannerisms fits into what we've seen of heavenly culture in HH (uncanny innocence, annoying teen pop-culture energy, being perfectionist yet blind to their own flaws)

And The "Hell's Great Dad" song really broke the ice, especially when Mimzy busted in singing ITS MEEEEEEE-- like

Love her. I wasn't expecting to see Mimzy AT ALL since she was removed from the main cast. And after seeing people talk about her and how they were wondering about her, it definitely felt like popping in the way she did was a response to that. Even I was wondering bc you don't just drop a former love interest for a character like Alastor, but still have them show up in the pilot-- I wanted to see Mimzy lol.

like literally:

"It's MEEE, It's MEEE,

I know you were all waiting for MEEEE!

I'm Here, what a GAAAS,

Took a while but I'm here at LAAST"

Like, im sorry but I felt like she was pointing at me personally, not the other characters, and that was hilarious.

It's so random but doesn't feel out of place at all somehow. The tensions were already super high, what with these two grown-men's passive aggression turning into overt insults and shouting, so a random screaming woman busting in with even higher energy is like-- wtf?? :'D??

She was a blast the entire time tho, and actually tied into the reoccurring theme of only reaching out to someone so they can do something for you.

It also definitely pinched a side of Alastor, irritating that he does apparently NEED to be there, there's some obligation he actually has to the hotel, or at the very least some stakes to not holding things together, not bc he defended the hotel but bc he specifically says "I can't have that here", as if he'd gladly have it anywhere else.

(And really to me this just implies that canonically Alastor would be more like he was in the pilot: chaotic and destructive, but bc of the plot he's being forced not to)

He also doesn't refute the claims Mimzy makes about him. Al clearly adores her and isn't surprised by her antics at all yet still tells her to leave in the end. Some took it as him caring about her using him, but I think that was just a cover story. With the mention of Alastor's "leash" in the same episode because of Mimzy was just such a great way to use her character. A fun entrance, thematic relevance, and a great plot device to reveal more about Alastor's situation and motives.

Like I said, at first the food tasted cold and off. I was thinking to myself "Eh, nothing really that crazy ig" but the more I watch the episodes and get over whatever my expectations were, the more I enjoy what's there.

Like, at first I was thinking, "Oh no Lucy's another akward dork, a normie, a loooooserr" (not that being an akward dork or a normie is bad but those were the vibes I was giving off, I'm sorry)

But I keep watching "Hell's Greatest Dad" and NOW it's like

LOOK AT HIM v v v LOOK AT HIM GO

Like, he's fugghing adorable with the "WAP BAP BOOM" ; the puppets and the circus imagery, and just the innocent, unmalicious enthusiasm. He's stumbling around over barely knowing his daughter and is now sprinting to make up for being so absent-- and even that absence is implied to be due to chronic depression and pining; missing heaven and having to live in hell forever, not only being the one who supposedly created it by accident, but tried and failed to fix it, even having his own theme park ripped off by a deadly Sin. The show calls it out bluntly, but despite his cheery tone and, polite intolerance attitude, they did a great job showing that his depression manifested in detachment and disinterest. It sucks for the people it effects but it also sucks to be the one who dropped the ropes in your relationships.

So seeing him brjghtenup and glow over just helping his Charlie put her hotel together was great. He feels useful and wanted again. And imo it's a double edge sword as well if Lucy feels like he has to be useful to be a decent dad.

So, idk. I guess I do want to see how he handles trying to be in Charlie's life again, especially since, at this point Alastor knows and has supported her more than he ever has-- despite the rough beginning and the mockery. (Also Lilith's face being faded out was sus af)

I'm convinced that in Al's case it's definitely not from a genuine place, at least, we still have no reason to believe it is. He was glaring at Lucy as soon as he walked in, and the nearly every comment on how great his relationship with Charlie is came with a glare at Lucy, hinting that it was more a jab to piss off Lucy instead of a genuine expression.

A performance, in short.

Still, realizing that someone who's only showed up recently has a better relationship with his kid than he does has got to suck.

------

The scene at the club-- I was pretty mixed about it, like, doing drugs, itself isn't bad-- it can be unhealthy and it can put others at risk if you're resigning your cognizance and self control for the sake of coping with stress-- so it can very easily enable bad things, especially if you become addicted, so, imo is pretty reckless and definitely a vice. But it doesn't make you a bad person.

But then again angels also seem to think premarital sex and promiscuity is bad too. (Promiscuity puts you at risk for disease, and like drugs can be driven by vices, but, again, the thing itself isn't bad and can still be a healthy practice when it comes from a healthy place)

I'm genuinely proud of Angel for actually growing though, seeing him take care of Nifty and protect her from Val got me on the "Fuck em up" crowd. It's always great to see a group of friends watching out for eachother when they know there's a danger to what they're doing-- ESPECIALLY when one of them is new to it all. That's why if you ARE going to do drugs or drink or whatever, definitely don't do it alone or without someone you trust with your safety.

BUT never feel like you have to do those things to maintain relationships (which I felt was the situation they presented with Cherry Bomb), some people feel like it would be an insult to imply they don't trust someone or just for being disinterested in their offer. And, frankly there are people who will prey on that

That was just a great scene. It had some flaws, but was still great.

Also--

PENTIOUS

I HATE

BROTHERMAN MADE ALL THE MISTAKES.

"Bc I'M HAVING SEX WITH EVERY--"

THATS NOT WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY YOU FUCK

Also, not gonna lie but Sera's got me like

Its been a while since I've been down bad for a femenine character.

She is beauty, she is grace~

[spookykryptonitecollection]

I wanna be with you ~ Joey jordison pt.3

" he isn't real, I can't make him real.."

" I'd do anything to have him to myself."

TW = revenge on bullying, chemicals, fight, police, ( and sadness bro) Not proofred, hopefully getting another part out TN! Also I think should start putting these on Wattpad..?

I look at the bottle of pinesol then back at her, it wouldnt hurt right? i mean its sweet revenge..

you untwist it then chuck it everywhere on her, making sure it gets all the right spots. maybe in her eyes, maybe in her ears, and maybe up her nose.

" Sarah do you think it's funny to bully somebody who didn't do anything to you?! Do you think it's funny to make people suffer and just watch them when they have enough going through already! You never know what somebody's going through, and you just think you can be the bitch of them all and ruin people's lives more!? "

I say as she starts screaming and her friends try to help her but she Ducks down.

" you... You little bitch!!!" She yells out while screaming in pain

" yeah I may be one but the term would actually be evil bitch for me, thank you very much, so maybe get your fucking terms right, no wonder why you're failing language. And also I think you're just jealous because nobody loves you like I love him!" I say yelling out, not regretting a word. Not a single one.

I run out of the bathroom and try to find the exit, then I see one that's close to the courtyard, so I run out as fast as I can , I run where I can see the road. I see something that looks like the park near my house, I run to it as I hear sirens not police sirens, I think they sound like ambulance ones... Maybe that was really bad, maybe I did something that bad..

Then for sweet relief I see the road that leads to my house and I run down it, using the leg and memory muscle that I used in grade 7 while playing soccer, I might have been the weakest one for a kick on the team but I had the good run and passing skills. It comes to my mind in realize that now I might not be able to go to the concert since I might be in trouble.. What did I do, this is bad now?

I see my house and I run in gasping for air I shut and locked the door, nobody's home so I run to the telephone dialing my mom's work number, it rings a couple times before she finally answers and I breathe a breath of fresh air,

" hello who is this?.." Mom says in a hushed tone

" Mom it's Jen really quickly I'm sorry for disturbing you but Sarah threw water all over me and it was red and it went everywhere over me!.. I gasp hard then resume ~

And I mean it went everywhere and mic tried to help me get it off and it wouldn't, so I ran to the bathroom and then people started laughing at me and mom..it was so embarrassing then she came in the bathroom with her friends and started calling me piggy saying that nobody likes me and that why do I think that going to a slipknot concert would do anything for my love life..

" okay I get that and I feel bad for you but why did you come home?.."

"Mom I threw bleach on her or at least whatever it was I think it was Pinesol..."

I just hear my mother go silent, I feel bad, bad that I had to tell her. now I feel like a burden.

~ 2 hours pass my mom came home from a shift an hour ago while she picked up my brother, we were expecting the police to show up and we were right they did, my mom tells them the truth about how I've been depressed how she's been bullying me , teachers have not done anything, how she threw stuff on me and called me names, then cornered me in the bathroom.

The police look sad full of empathy as they nod their heads, they ask for my mom to get me so I can talk to them and tell them my story, she nods signalling for me and them to sit around the dinner table.

" hello Jenna, just to let you know this is being recorded for evidence, could you please tell us what happened today?" a man who is around 6 ft brown hair green eyes puts a recorder in the middle of the table.

" today I went to class and I went to school later because I didn't want to go for the exact reason because I had a feeling she would do something, she's been bullying me since around 4th grade and today she threw paint water at me when I got in class with my friend, and my friend tried to help me get it off but it wouldn't.. then when I went to the bathroom to fix myself she came in and with her friends she cornered me and started laughing, calling me names, it looked like she was about to roll up her sleeves to do something and I had a bad gut feeling she would, so I thought the only thing to do was fight because I couldn't flight. So then I'm owning up.. I threw the Pinesol at her, and it went everywhere , she started screaming so I ran out because her friends looked like they were about to murder me."

The officers face fall down sadly, and they give me a look of empathy.

" usually for these cases this is assault so we would take you in but we're not , it because now we know the story and the teachers haven't done anything.. we're sorry that you had to go through this."

I nod, signaling a thank you. to be honest I wouldn't be able to survive in jail not even for a night.

They get up, adjusting their jackets, then shaking hands with my mother , finally they exit the door.

The second they go away I take a breath of air, it felt claustrophobic. I didn't think they would believe me. they were right though I'm lucky I got a free pass out of jail.

" go to your room, think about what you did." what's the first thing that left my mom's mouth.

I nod going up the stairs, shutting my room door quietly.

I sit on the bed just worrying, am I not able to go to the concert? The fear that I have is me not being able to see Joey.

I just put pajama pants on, I get my bed turning off my light just looking at the little bit of light that shines through the window.

I think it will be okay, I hope it is, I really hope.

[sugarlywhispers]

Yk that lava girl fix you made? I thought about how she can cover herself in lava..what if rain and water hurt her?

During fighting a super evil villain with bakugou (they're married) he starts speeding out rain and it injured her badly turning parts of her skin that was touched into sort of obsidian?

✨️these are really good questions that made me think of them for a few days so i could imagine the actual answers~

This is mostly what I took as inspiration for Y/N in this drabble:

Her body elevates in temperature to the point were you can see the lava running through her body, and her hair becomes complete lava, long locks or stings of lava she can use as weapon to capture things or villains (if the villain is something like those monsters of metal–she is not that heartless to burn people alive, even if they are villains).

Because she is basivally lava, the general answer is yes, Y/N can't fight in her lava form when it's raining. It actually hurts when her body transforms into obsidian–which is hard rock. I imagine that she becomes really good at fighting in her normal-human body so when this type of weather comes, she actually doesn't need to use her lava–if it's not for forming some kind of refugee or it's actually useful to help other heroes and civilians. She just stays on the helping civilians and rescue team during that kind of weather.

But I also imagined the first time Bakugou saw Y/N become obsidian because a villain threw water at her. He almost lost it when he heard your painful scream as you suddenly became rock. Like a statue, figure laying on the floor, hugging yourself in fetal position because of the pain. And nothing but simple rock.

He saw red. He went on a rampage, vengeance mode, so ready to tear and break and kill, that Deku and Red Riot had to interfere.

The villain was sent to the hospital, with custody of course. And Dynamight... he fell to his knees by your side, tears streaming down his face, body trembling with adrenaline and pain. You have told him water was your weakness, but he had never imagined it to this point. He didn't know it could kill you. He could have been more conscious, more careful of what villains crossed your path. He could have done so many things. He could–

The rock that surrounds you starts to break, the sound making everyone at the scene gasp as it moves. Bakugou doesn't understand what's happening...until it finally breaks completely and you emerge, taking a deep, long breath, in your normal form.

He watches you with big, wet eyes, almost not believing what he's seeing, as you say, "Fuck! Well that fucking hurt..."

People around start to clap and laugh because you're so... you.

And Bakugou feels... like he can breathe again. Like all that pain he felt seconds ago just dissipates in the air like the smoke that came from the rock breaking and making you born again, like a Phoenix rebirth from its ashes, so beautiful and so majestic.

He looks down and sobs, which immediately alerts the rest of the heroes and they start to pull everybody away from the scene.

"Oh, baby, I'm okay..." your arms surround his neck and he instantly reacts, hugging you back and hidding his face in your chest and neck.

Least to say, that image, Dynamight kneeling on the ground crying, with his wife comforting him, were the talk of the month. And what actually gave him the stop of Number One Pro Hero on the list for almost six months, until Deku beat him again with some other bullshit he did. But at this point, no one is concerned about the spots on that list. Dynamight and Deku go up and down between the first and second place all the time.

That is, until Y/N finally gets her breakthrough and wins first place for almost 5 years in a row.

And Bakugou can't shup up about how awesome his wife is.

[theinfinitedivides]

this is so random but i would love to hear your opinion on mydramalist as a fellow asian drama lover. because it’s obviously well known as a reliable wiki of sorts in dramaland but i beg to differ. (the only plus i feel being the summary and cast list for info)

i mean, i’ve not seen a single comsec w more than two brain cells as a whole? there’s always complaints about female leads rooted from misogyny, they are never happy about story progression, and i just find so many of them kinda dumb sorry lol. like zero media literacy to be found, insufferable arguments, etc. the star ratings are rly just given to popular dramas w high profile actors too.

and i personally find it disheartening that so many ppl end up referring to mdl when considering dramas because so many gems are then lost and not given appreciation.

anon. anon anon anon if you know the way i sat straight the f*ck up when i saw the notification and then read through this ask bc yes. yes to everything here that is exactly it. almost three fourths of what i've watched this year was either 1. not received well by the general MDL crowd (Moon in the Day. where is the taste brethren to not like MITD and not even for reasons that actually make sense), 2. received well but had a good chunk of people bitching in the comment section, or 3. received well but had the main point of the show (and its relevant characterization) go over their heads. (The Worst of Evil aka TWOE comment section, i am f*cking looking at you. i can count on one hand the number of people who understood what that show was supposed to be about) the one fourth that managed to escape was bc the toxicity did not reach the comment section and everyone was pretty f*cking civil. alas if only it could be like that all of the time

case in point for the ratings example, since we've already briefly tackled the lack of media literacy—j-dramas on MDL are notoriously rated much, much lower than either k- or c-dramas. half of the time that's bc there are less users watching (and rating) them therefore the average is lower but the other half it's bc people simply do not understand good media when they see it. don't get me wrong there's some freaky ass sh*t in the j-drama world that i would not touch with a Grinch level pole but to see MDLers out here talking about how slow j-dramas are and that nothing's happening. have you considered that you are either watching the wrong genre or you shouldn't be watching j-dramas in the first place bc their entire setup and general narrative framing arcs are not your style. have you even thought about that for six seconds or are you too busy expecting it to read like a typical tropey rom-com k-drama with your trending oppas. (no hate on my tropey rom-coms with [most of] said oppas, i need them when i don't want to think i just want to see sh*t on my screen and scream about hot people and the Hand Umbrellas in the Rain and the Back Hold when the male lead catches the female lead before she falls and you have the fifteen second focus on their faces just looking at each other)

and the misogyny. oh God do not get me started on the dichotomy that was the Cult, as we affectionatly called ourselves, on the feeds while THEE sageuk of the year My Dearest was airing (beloved show [that i still need to finish. JangChae i'm sorry ily life hates me like the mf it is 😭], beloved commentary on the feeds. they saw the vision on the feeds) vs the sh*tshow that was the landmine field of the comment section (the takes i saw on Gil Chae, Eun Ae AND Ryang Eum respectively.......... the misogyny wasn't enough we had to add the homophobia into the mix. buy one get one free deal fr fr). you mad man. that sh*t was insane there was a point i banned myself from scrolling farther than the cast section until the show finished airing. i kid you not on average they didn't have even half a braincell. maybe a quarter of a quarter of one. f*cked up just say you are not decent people and go

this is not to say that all of MDL is like this. i have gotten tuned into absolute masterpieces of content (and have tuned others, amen) bc of a comment comparing a show i'm watching to another one or a review being posted in the feeds about a film with less than 500 people interested. i have reconsidered my choice to not watch something after having spirited discussions in private messages discussing the pros and cons of the premise and whether they managed to get it done without f*cking sh*t up. i still contribute semi-regularly by adding relatively unknown actors and crew members to the database so they can get the credit due them. if you know where to look, you can get some good sh*t out of that place. problem is most users who are new to both the site and East/Southeast Asian cinema as a whole don't know where to look, and the cycle continues, and the ratings continue to be skewed/bloated and no one pays attention to the plot, if there even is any to pay attention to.

tl;dr: begging people to not let MDL be the be all end all for their drama recs a la 'well MDL doesn't like it so i won't watch it'. babe we have said MDLers complaining about how the ratings on Viki are too high but in my entire time watching dramas i've found that in the past two to three years the Viki ratings are making more sense than the MDL ones. sit with that for a sec. when you're done branch out and see the world (literally and cinematically), i promise you will be a better person for it

[gorogues]

Fictober 2023

Prompt number #30 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: G – General audiences Warnings: None. Notes: This diverges from canon somewhat, and is very stupid.

Day Thirty: “Are you with me?”

“This time we’re gonna get him first! Are you with me?” “Like bacon with eggs! Like toast with jelly! Like bagels with lox! Like cheese with burger! Like—” “Uh, Piper?” “Yeah, Tricks?” “Do we need to stop and get you something to eat first?”

The blatt tooted sadly, bereft without its special human.  How could the musician have left it behind?  Surely that was an error in need of rectifying, so it redoubled its efforts to break out of the room it’d been locked in.

It rammed its flag against the door a few more times, and tooted in triumph when the door came loose on its hinges.  The blatt needed to crouch down to get through the doorway, but happily began bouncing through the hall in search of its human.

“Who the hell is making that racket?!” demanded an irascible neighbour, peeking out to check if the Pied Piper was up to no good again.  Only to see…a gigantic eighth note bounding towards the staircase.

“You young hooligan, I’m callin’ the cops!” he shouted, ducking back into his apartment.  “Dressing up in polka dots and tights, and dressing like music notes…kids these days, no damn respect.”

The blatt hopped down the stairs and squeezed out the front door, discovering there was a whole outdoor world it’d never been aware of.  There were lots of people!  And cars!  And other sources of sound!  But its human was nowhere to be seen, so it began following his trail via the slight harmonic frequencies he’d left behind in his footsteps.  It could ‘hear’ where he’d been and where he was now, and its flag perked up with joy.

**

“These eggs are so good, you should try some,” Hartley said cheerfully as James tapped his fingers and nibbled on a bagel with obvious impatience.

“We’ve really gotta get moving, Hart.  The others are waiting for us.”

“In a minute.  A maestro can’t perform on an empty stomach,” Hartley sniffed, but then frowned as he listened to faint sounds only he could hear.  “There’s some kind of commotion outside; what’s going on?”

James stood up and looked out the window for a few moments as his friend continued eating.  “Oh, so it turns out that your blatt got loose.”

“And people are screaming and running away?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“It’s not, like, hurting anyone, is it?”

“No, it’s just hopping down the street.”

Hartley took a few more bites to finish the eggs, then jumped to his feet and tossed all the loose change in his pockets onto the table as a tip.

“Let’s go stop a giant blatt!” the young musician declared as he charged out of the diner with James in hot pursuit. 

“Hart, we’ve talked about this: you leave the rallying cries to me.”

“Sorry, sorry, I just got caught up in the moment,” Hartley said sheepishly as they stopped in front of the huge eighth note and it reacted joyfully to see the musician.

James looked thoughtfully at the blatt, which was bouncing up and down in front of its human and tooting excitedly.  “Could we maybe turn this thing against Grodd?  That might solve both our problems!”

“It’s an innocent music note,” Hartley replied, hurt.  It leaned over and he patted its flag fondly as the creature bounced higher and trumpeted at him.

“And we’re innocent Rogues up against an evil monkey with telepathy!  We need to use every tool in our arsenal, Piper.”

Hartley thought about things for a few moments, then pulled out his pipe.  He flexed his fingers in preparation to play, and cracked his neck a bit.  “All right, I guess it does seem immune to whatever we throw at it.  Let’s go in search of Grodd!”

James took to the air, and Hartley started to play his flute as he began walking.  The blatt followed, and thus began a leisurely stroll through the city streets with a giant music note travelling behind.  People stopped and stared, confused by the spectacle.

“What’s going on..?” one stranger asked another.

“They must be advertising something fun -- look at that weird thing and their funky clothes!”

“I bet it’s a parade,” a third person suggested, and that was all it took.  Soon a few people were walking behind the Rogues, and that attracted even more followers.  Some were staring at the giant blatt as it bounced, while others jammed along appreciatively to Hartley’s music.

“You’re a real Pied Piper!” James exclaimed, taking a few photos from the air with his phone.  Hartley just smiled and kept playing, choosing a few jaunty tunes to keep the crowd entertained.

The blatt would occasionally get distracted by other music sources as the group travelled, but always continued following its human as he moved forward.  No coaxing was needed.

And it wasn’t long before James and Hartley could hear the scuffle between Grodd and the other Rogues despite the ambient noise around them.  James came down to the ground to manage the assembled crowd and keep them out of harm’s way, while Hartley ushered the blatt to the scene of the battle. 

Neither the Rogues nor Grodd seemed to notice the newcomer or the strangely huge music note, absorbed as they were in their fight.

“Okay, buddy,” Hartley said carefully as he scratched its flag and pointed at the angry gorilla.  “Help your pal and go get `im!”

The giant creature tensed and leapt, striking Grodd’s back and instantly knocking the wind out of him.  The gorilla fell to the ground, dazed, and the Rogues whooped with joy even though most of them had no idea why the large blatt was there.

“You did it!  Great job, buddy!” Hartley cheered, patting the note’s flag appreciatively when it came over for praise, and it cooed happily at him.  But Paul Gambi approached the group as they celebrated, looking quite serious despite their happy mood.  He wanted the Rogues away from the scene for reasons of his own.

“Now you gotta go!  Some of you are still wanted men!” he urged, and they couldn’t argue with that logic.  They all began running before the cops inevitably arrived to investigate the brawl.

“So what are you going to do about that big note?” James asked as they headed for their current safehouse, the blatt at their heels.

Hartley thought about the matter as they ran, turning back to look at the strange creature bouncing enthusiastically behind him.  “You know what, I think it could be a pretty good pet.”