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[lesbianboyfriend]

sometimes searching for books on libby is like. you will find horny books with titles you never could have imagined

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Mess in Chat >w^

This is an entry for the Sweet Shroud Summer 2024 event held by the lovely @cloudcountry

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some swearing here and there

Word Count; 1.8 K

Part 2; Mess at Con

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Summer was back in full force. Even from within the cold walls and highly air-conditioned hallways of S.T.Y.X. Idia was overheating. He didn’t even have Ortho, since he was powered down to prevent his system from overheating — they both learned that lesson last summer and neither of them were happy not to have the other for three days while Idia was trying to fix him up. So, he was busy typing away at his computer, switching between his actual tasks and the multitude of open tabs that he had open.

Finishing up on reading one of what seemed to be a never-ending pile of reports, Idia took a look at his messages, Mess in Chat >w^ — getting a small smile from the little winky face — and saw that there was a new message … from an hour ago.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I’m melting I’ve melted I’m a pool of goop on the floor

Idia tapped his fingers on his keyboard, trying to think of something to say. While he wouldn’t say the two of you were overly friendly, you also weren’t acquaintances. Idia knows that you’re trying to be his friend — dear Sevens, Ortho was so happy when he saw Idia smile at his phone when you messaged him — but it’s hard with being online. 

Would he actually ask to meet in real life? Oh Sevens no! You, the self proclaimed ‘mess’ (Idia wouldn’t even say that you were a mess, just well-meaning and a bit awkward at times) low keyed scared him. Well not actually scare him, but he didn’t want to get too close only for the friendship to blow up in his face.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess AHA! I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE ONLINE!

Idia sighed, the jig was up.

Gloomurai I thought you melted into goop Goop can’t type

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I’ve regained my non-goop form to bug you I’M BOREDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Gloomurai … F

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess DON’T PUT AN F IN THE CHAT WHAT THE HELL … eugh… dying of heatstroke Tell my cat that I love him…. X-X

Idia coughed out a small laugh. He doubted you were as melodramatic IRL as you were online, but it made the monotony of his day — especially now that he didn’t even have the excuse of classes to break it up — a bit better.

Gloomurai You shall be missed CAT CAT PIC PLEASE CAT PIC IN THESE TRYING TIMES

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … my phone doesn’t have a camera … And he’s on top of the fridge complaining about the heat

Idia sighed, remembering that besides having a laptop for classes, that was the best tech that you had. He remembers you complaining about your lack of funds and your employer. How you managed to balance your job and schooling at the same time baffled and, as you two got closer, worried him.

Gloomurai You really need a better phone

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I’M A BROKE STUDENT I’M TRYING MY BEST I EVEN HAVE A SECOND JOB

Gloomurai So you’re not only dying of heatstroke but also overworking yourself? F … what’s your second job?

‘WHAT AM I THINKING?! I DON’T KNOW THEM LIKE THAT-’

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … swan boats …

Gloomurai … swan boats?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Swan boats.  Even have a silly uniform and everything The pay is decent though, and I only work weekends UNLIKE MY OTHER JOB-

“We’re going to see them, right?” Ortho asked, making Idia jump.

“OrThO-” Idia squeaked, switching tabs at the speed of light, and clearing his throat. “... no”

Ortho looked at Idia, who was smiling a minute ago and was now back to being jumpy. “But-” he paused, looking between the screen and his brother. He knew who Friendly Neighbourhood Mess was — hard not to when you can see the entirety of Night Raven’s search history — but he also knew his brother. “Just know that they enjoy having you as a friend.”

Idia looked back to his screen, knowing you were going on a tirade about your first boss. “They enjoy having Gloomurai as a friend,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Besides,” he looked back at Ortho,”it would be weird for me to just show up.”

“Not if they invite you.~” Ortho chirped, going back to his room since he could feel his systems starting to overheat again. “They’re your friend online… so why not in person too?”

Idia opened up your tab again, and sure enough, you were on a full blown tirade.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I SHOULD REPORT HIS ASS BUT THEN I WON’T HAVE A PLACE TO LIVE- OH WHEN I GRADUATE HIS ASS IS GRASS I TELL YOU-

Gloomurai I’ll bring you one of those lawnmowers you drive

Friendly Neighbour Mess *sniffles* You’re a true friend

Gloomurai So, about your other job…

‘Come on, think of a believable excuse so you don’t look like a loser. THINK! COME ON BRAIN! BE SMART!’

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Wait Idea

Idia felt his hair warming, but patted it. ‘Get a hold of yourself, it’s just the word idea for Sevens sake!’

I take you for a spin on one of those death traps

Gloomurai I- DEATH TRAPS? NEVERMIND

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Too late >w^ See you Saturday!

Idia stared at his screen for a bit, processing everything. You had invited him to your work. He was going to meet you IRL. He was going to get in a swan boat, like the one you see in cheesy otome cutscenes and animes, and they were, apparently, death traps.

… why was he excited about it then?

…

…

You were at work, giving your best customer service smile and voice to the kids, families, and couples that came up through the line. “Remember folks to keep on your life jackets at all times, and to keep your arms and legs inside the boat at all times! Enjoy your ride!~”

While yes, you did have to wear an all-white uniform complete with a baseball cap with swan wings, it wasn’t half bad. 

The lunch room was always packed with good food, cold drinks, and the comfiest couch you have ever had the pleasure of plopping down into. Sure, it was a bit embarrassing — Ace had nearly laughed his ass off when he saw you in your get up and the fakely sweet smile you gave him — but it was only for this summer, and only for the weekends. Besides, it was cushy and most importantly, not putting your life into peril every five to seven business days when compared to the job that Crowley had given you.

You were already getting into your little monologue that you’re used to saying to customers when you faltered. “Enjoy your- Idia?” You blinked, surprised to see him. You barely got to see him at school, so seeing him here of all places was a shock to put it lightly.

Idia was fidgeting with the zipper of his life jacket and jumped when you said his name. ‘Y/N? The Ramshackle prefect-’ “... hi?”

“Hi,” you say back. “Umm, sorry, but there has to be two people to a boat,” you say sheepishly.

Idia jumps a bit and accidentally zips some of his hair in the zipper. “I was waiting for a friend…” he mutters, “they, uh, work here?”

You pause and your eyes widen. “YOU!”

“Me?!” Idia blinked rapidly. “Wait, you?!” Idia put the pieces together.

The lamenting about your first job. The complaints about your cat stealing your food. The silly uniform for your second job — which is silly, but you make it work. And the way you spoke online matched how you spoke with your IRL friends.

“You’re Friendly Neighbourhood Mess-”

“You’re Gloomurai!”

You both say it at the same time. You offer him a bright smile before saying something quietly into your walkie-talkie and putting on a bright yellow life jacket.

“Well,” you chuckle, “good thing you have a friend that’s willing to get on one of these death traps with you then!”

Idia let you take the lead before stumbling into the boat. “You probably shouldn’t call these ‘death traps’ since you work here,” he offered lightly.

You helped stabilize him since he was struggling to stand due to the light waves. “Well, they are, my land-loving friend.”

Idia sat down quickly, trying not to get flustered by the skin contact but failing. “Then I p-probably shouldn’t be on here, should I?”

“Nope,” you popped the p at the end and started moving the boat with the hand pedals. “But it takes two people to move these things.”

Idia started pedalling with you, and despite his fears of you wanting to make idle small talk, you didn’t. Instead, you pointed out some favourite spots and allowed him to contribute to the conversation at his own pace. Even though it idled here and there, it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable.

When you sailed (can it even be called sailing when it’s a swan boat?) under the canopy of a weeping willow, you spoke again. “So, why did you agree to meet me? Let alone in one of these?”

Idia looked at you again, the dappled lighting blocking out the heat of the sun, yet he felt warmer now than before. “I don’t know, just,” he breathed in, centring himself, “I guess I wanted to spend time with a friend.” He smiled then, it was a small thing, but it was genuine. “Also,” he coughed, “you lied about the death trap part about this whole thing.”

You laughed, shaking the boat a little. “Oh it is, if not physically, then, reputation-wise. Death to social life via swan boat.”

Idia snorted. ‘Well, good thing that I don’t … didn’t have one then.’ “Good thing there’s someone who knows what they’re doing then… you do know what you’re doing, right?”

You shrugged, “I have a certificate if that eases your mind a bit.”

And the two of you continued paddling away, chatting here and there before heading back to the dock where a few of your coworkers gave the both of you thumbs-ups and winks. Idia felt himself go warm, whereas you rolled your eyes at them before helping Idia out.

“If you don’t mind, want to do this again?” You asked, undoing your lifejacket, looking expectantly towards him.

Idia fumbled with his own before you helped him out. “... that would be fun,” he smiled.

You smiled back, patted him on the shoulder as he walked away, and went back to greeting customers again.

Idia was happy about how today went, even though he would wake up a lovely shade of lobster red tomorrow and a very curious Ortho, but for the first time in a while, he was looking forward to summer vacation, and having some of it be outside of his computer screen. And, most importantly, have a friend that he didn’t feel like he had to be someone else with.

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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog, @bloomstruck, @edith-is-a-cat, @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @ithseem, @lucid-stories, @syrenkitsune, @the-v-lociraptor, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

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How They are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 3

MC Returns

Ahh you guys i'm so glad you are enjoying this little series! I wasn't expecting so many of you to like it! But as requested by many, here is part 3 where MC returns to the present day timeline and reunites with the 7 brothers. This is a bit of a lengthy one because like... we are home! It's a little less angsty, a little more happy this time haha. Anyways, please enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated as usual!

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Rating: T, slightly suggestive.

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It feels like it has been forever since the day that you went missing, but the brothers never gave up their search. How could they when you were out there somewhere, possibly alone and scared? The thought of their little human wandering around the unknown gave them the motivation they needed to keep going. But after a long day of once again searching the Devildom up and down with no results, the brothers are settling down for the evening.

Lucifer

The Avatar of Pride is in his room getting ready for bed after a long day of searching for you. 

His wings are terribly sore from flying all day, so he lays on his bed sprawled out on his stomach, allowing his feathery wings to stretch out behind him.  

He rests his head in his arms, and sighs.

Yet another day of searching, but no results. 

Suddenly, he begins to feel a familiar tingling sensation of magic in the air that brings goosebumps to his bare arms. 

Before he had time to process what was happening, a flash of light filled his room, practically blinding him. 

After a few seconds, the light dissipates and there you are, standing in its place. 

Lucifer forgets all about his aching wings, and jumps up from the bed. 

At first, he hesitates, terrified that you’ll disappear again at any moment. 

“M-MC…? Is it really you…?”

His crimson eyes are wide as he takes in your appearance. 

You appear the same, but he's confused by the horns that now rest on your head, as well as a few other demonic attributes.

Just where did you disappear to?

Your face scrunches up and your eyes fill with tears. “L-Luci… yes, it’s really me.” 

Suddenly, his arms are around you, a million questions in his throat but unable to speak.

You whimper, taking in his scent. He smells freshly showered, the smell of his soap sending a wave of comfort crashing over you. 

“Luci… I missed you so much…I’m so sorry…”

His shoulders begin to tremble and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. 

You feel wetness on your skin as he begins to cry. 

Have you ever seen him cry before?

Just how much have they all suffered while I was gone?

Your arms wrap themselves around his neck and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

You stand there in his arms, his wings wrapping themselves around the two of you protectively. 

He will never let you go again. 

After a few moments, he pulls away, staring into your eyes.

“MC, the days I've spent searching for you were endless… but never once did I give up. I’m very glad that I didn’t. Every second was worth my time.”

Suddenly his lips are on yours and you accept his kiss greedily. 

Kissing him was the confirmation you needed that you were home. 

“MC, please forgive me. You can tell me the details later, but right now I just need you. I need to know you are here and…real.” 

He spins you around, guiding you to his bed so the back of your legs hit the edge, causing you to fall back. 

He hovers over top of you, his crimson eyes full of love, adoration, and desire. 

You giggle through your tears, placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you so much, Luci.”

He smiles, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Words alone cannot express my love for you, little one.”

You give him a peck on the lips again. “We have a lot of time to make up for you know… where should we start?”

Lucifer gives you a mischievous grin. “I have just the thing in mind, darling. Something that has been long overdue.”

Mammon

Mammon returned to his bedroom shortly after arriving home. 

He had to check on his ravens who were also out searching for you while they were gone. 

His wings were sore as shit, and all he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. 

But you are more important. 

Throwing open his window, one of his ravens glides down to greet him. 

“Damn, ya didn’t find anything did ya?”

The raven hangs its head sadly, and Mammon sighs.

“Thanks anyways, I appreciate the help.”

Suddenly the raven begins to flap its wings wildly, cawing at something behind him. 

Mammon spins around, and his golden eyes widen in shock when he sees just who is appearing in the middle of his bedroom. 

It was you, clear as day. 

He’s speechless, unable to find the right words even though he’s been playing them on repeat in his head since the day you left. 

“Mammon!” you shout with tears in your eyes. You begin to run towards him, but he meets you halfway, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

He sets you down again, and hugs you snugly to his chest. 

“MC…I… Shit. I-I missed ya so damn much…” he says with a shaky voice. 

You inhale his scent as he hugs you, which smells of sweat and leather. 

You’re home. He’s your Mammon. Finally…

“Mams, I’m so so sorry… I’ll explain everything I promise…”

He pulls you away from him, his golden blue gaze staring intensely at you.

“Damn right ya will! But for now…I don’t care..I just… I need ya so bad… I mean this can’t be real, right?”

You give him a small smile, taking his hand in yours. 

“I’m real, Mammon. I promise.”

His tanned skin is flushed as he pulls you with him to sit on his bed, hoisting you up onto his lap. 

He can’t hold back anymore as he plants a firm kiss to your lips. 

You accept it eagerly. 

Your tongues intertwine briefly before he pulls away, breathless. 

“I love ya MC, I’m so sorry I couldn’t do a damn thing…” 

You silence him with a kiss to the forehead. 

“It’s not your fault, Mammon. Please don’t cry…”

He notices your own lip quivering, and let’s out an amused snort through his tears.

“Don’t you go cryin’ on me either!”

His long, slender fingers run through your hair and you sigh.

His lips are on yours once more, a low growl rumbling in his chest. 

You can sense his overwhelming desire threatening to take over.

“Mammon’s got ya now, treasure. You’re safe with me. I’m never letting you go again.”

Leviathan

Throughout the search, Levi has been exploring every inch of the Devildom waters. 

From seas to lakes, he still could find no trace of you. 

Levi heads back to his room, a towel around his waist after Lucifer forced him to strip in the hallway so he didn’t track water through the house. 

Once he’s dried off and dressed again, he sinks down in his gaming chair, sighing as his aching limbs are finally able to rest. 

Tears welled up in his eyes, disappointed that he let everyone down again. 

Especially you.

I’m so useless, he thinks. 

A stray tear rolls down his cheek, and he wipes it away with his arm. 

A flash of light appears before him, and it sends a tingling sensation up his body. 

Wait a minute…that’s…!

His eyes are wide and his mouth gapes open as he looks up to see you standing there right in front of him.

“M-MC, I-Is it really y-you?!” Of course he’s a stuttering mess, but he can’t believe it.

He doesn’t know when he stood up, but suddenly you are slamming into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“Yes, Levi. It’s me.” you sob, burying your face into his chest.

Your voice has him melting in your grip. 

He finally fully embraces you, burning his face into your hair. 

Your scent is slightly different,  and he can smell other demons on you. 

This sends a wave of envy over him, but he ignores it. All he cares about is that you’re home.

He, however, smells of the sea. 

“Levi, I'm so sorry… I promise I’ll explain. I just really need you right now. I’ve missed you so much…”

Leviathan only nods, his shoulders trembling from the sobs that are escaping him. 

You stay standing there wrapped in his arms, gently rubbing circles on his back. 

After some time, he calms down. 

His eyes are red and puffy and his face is swollen. Your heart aches for him. 

Suddenly, he grabs your hand, leading you over with him to his bathtub. 

You climb in together, and you sit in his lap. His tail curls around you, holding you in place. 

“M-MC…can I um, k-kiss you?” he asks, his tear stained cheeks becoming flushed. 

You nod eagerly, and he places a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. 

Your lips are the same as ever, soft and sweet. 

Levi is overwhelmed with affection for you. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he mutters, rocking you gently in his lap. 

He peppers your face with kisses and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much too, Levi. I’m so glad to be home…” 

He rests his head on your shoulder, purple strands of his hair tickling your cheek. 

“Please don’t leave me like that again, MC. I-I was so scared…”

The tremor in his voice causes fresh tears to form in the corner of your eyes. 

“Never again, I’m staying right here with you.”

Satan

Satan steps over the pile of books on his floor before flopping down onto his bed. 

His bedroom is in quite the disarray due to his last tantrum. 

He can’t help that he’s just so damn frustrated!

They’ve practically searched the Devildom inside out, and still… nothing. 

He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares out the window, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. 

He almost doesn’t notice the burst of light filling his bedroom. 

The air was practically vibrating with magic when he spun his head around to see the silhouette of a figure in the blinding light. 

He squints, trying his best to make out the form. Once the light dissipates, an unfamiliar feeling washes over him. 

Satan thought he’s finally experienced every emotion in his lifetime of being in the Devildom. 

But what he feels when he sees you standing there in his bedroom is indescribable. 

He gasps, immediately jumping up from his bed and hurrying over to you. 

Your eyes are locked on him, and he thought he noticed you flinch the moment he approached you. 

“MC… are… you okay? Where in the Devildom have you been?”

His voice is soft, but it trembles slightly.

He doesn’t expect answers right away, of course. 

Not when you are standing here in front of him for the first time in what feels like an eternity.  

You nod, trying to wipe away your tears. “Satan… It’s me. I-I’m home.”

The sound of his name leaving your lips after so long pushes him over the edge. 

He pulls you into his arms and he squeezes you tight, finally allowing his tears to fall. 

“M-MC… I'm so glad you’re home safe… I was so worried about you…”

You relax against his chest, finally processing the fact that this wasn’t the past version of himself.

After a few moments, you sniff, pulling away from him to gaze into his eyes. You notice a scar on his cheek, still healing from a recent fight he must have had. 

You gently trace your fingers over it, and he winces. 

“I’m so sorry Satan…the pain that I must have caused you all…” 

He shakes his head, glancing away. 

“I’m just so relieved you are home, MC. I don’t believe that whatever happened was your fault.” 

His fingers run through your hair and he kisses your forehead. 

“Can I…kiss you?” you ask, your cheeks flushing slightly. Normally you wouldn’t ask, but it’s been awhile. 

“Of course, kitten. But just know if you do, I may not be able to hold myself back from you much longer.”

You give him a smirk, and press your lips firmly to his. 

To finally kiss your Satan once more. 

He slips his tongue past your lips, and you groan. 

When you pull away, his emerald eyes are shining with passion. 

“Every book I read told me how to find you, but they never mentioned how to handle your return.” 

He moves you to his bed with him so you are straddling his lap.

“But I don’t believe I need any instruction as to what comes next. I love you, MC. Please allow me to express the longing I’ve felt for you all this time.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had made his way to his room for the evening with the overwhelming urge to climb into his silk bed sheets. 

But first he really wanted a bath. The thought of the warm water soothing his aching joints was very pleasant to him right now. 

He had made his way into the bathroom to start the water, the noise of the faucet drowning out the sound coming from his bedroom. 

Asmo thought he heard something, and he lifted his head to the door that connects from the bathroom to his room. 

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

Was that a flash of light just now? Is it storming?

He furrowed his brow in confusion, and stepped slowly over to peek through the door. 

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. 

There you were, standing right there in his bedroom. 

Your eyes were wide and looking around, still processing where you had appeared. 

Asmo gasps, forgetting about the bath and hurries over to you. 

“M-MC?!” he shrieks, pulling you into the tightest hug he’s sure he’s ever given. 

You begin to cry, tears falling down your cheeks and onto his shoulder.

“Shhh, MC. Don’t cry now, darling…” he coos, but his own tears are escaping him. 

He holds you close as you cry together. 

“Asmodeus…is… it really you? My Asmo?” you whimper. 

He’s confused by what you mean, but he doesn’t question it for now. 

“Of course my little lamb, it’s me. You’re home now…”

You sniff, pulling away from him slightly. “I’m so sorry Asmo, I swear I didn’t mean to leave you guys like that…”

Taking your hands in his, he shakes his head. “No no, hon, don’t blame yourself for this. I know there’s a very good reason, but you can explain later to all of us, okay?” 

You nod, wiping your eyes. 

“I was just about to get a bath. Would you care to join me, MC?”

The thought of taking a bath with Asmo right now feels…unreal. 

You couldn’t believe you were finally home with him. 

Smiling, he leads you into the bathroom. 

First, he steps out of his robe, and your face flushes. 

You’ll never get over how beautiful he is. 

Then it’s your turn.

You shiver as he begins to undress you, his fingers brushing over your skin. 

He smiles softly as he notices the goosebumps that begin to form on your body. 

“I’ve missed this so much. Let me get a good look at you, darling.”

His eyes tear up again as his eyes travel over your body, still in disbelief that you were standing right there with him again after so long.

“I need all the time I can get with you right now before my brothers find out you’re home.”

He takes your hand and helps guide you into the bathtub. 

You sigh as the warm water envelops you and he places you in between his legs with your back to him. 

You feel his arms wrap themselves around you and you blush.“I’ve only been dreaming of this moment with you, MC.” Asmo murmurs, attaching his lips to your shoulder. 

You whine as he continues to kiss up your neck. 

“I love you so much, Asmo…”

He smiles into the crook of your neck as he holds you close. 

“My dear, if anything came out of your disappearance, it’s how much I realized that I love you. Please, allow me to show you…”

Beelzebub and Belphegor

The twins were always together nowadays. 

They were both getting ready for bed in their room after their long day, neither of them wanting to speak about the disappointing results of the search. 

Belphie hugged his pillow to his chest as he climbed into bed beside Beel. 

He was struggling to stay awake, but he had a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Of course, being his twin, Beel felt it too. It wasn’t hunger, or anything like that… It was…

“Belphie do you feel…”

Before he could finish, a burst of light filled the room, temporarily blinding them both.

The sensation of magic through the air sent shivers down their spines. 

Once the light dulled, they glanced up through squinted eyes to see… you. 

Wait, is that really…?

Despite the dull ache in their bodies, they both jump up.

“MC!” their violet eyes are wide as they gape at you, still trying to decide if this was real or a cruel hallucination.

But you seem just as surprised as they are. 

Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled into a strong embrace. 

Belphie is squeezed into the hug next to you, and you both glance up to see Beel with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“B-Beel… Belphie…I’ve missed you both so much…”

You sob, burying your face into Beel’s chest.

Belphie finally allows his tears to fall. I’m so lame, he thinks.

How dare you make him cry like this?

But he’s so happy. So relieved. 

Beel begins to move you both towards his bed, placing you right between him and his brother. 

You whimper as you feel their arms wrap around you. 

The thought of being able to do this again with them never even crossed your mind. 

You feel Beel nuzzle his face into your hair. 

You smelled…different. But there was no denying your familiar scent and it made his mouth water.

Belphie yawned, burying his face into your shoulder. 

“Beel and I had each other, but MC… you are our missing piece.”

His twin nodded, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Belphie is right. It feels right again with you here in between us.”

Your heart was so full. 

You smiled wide as you kissed both of their foreheads. 

“My boys…I love you so much.”

As you laid together, they took turns littering you with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

The feeling of their lips and their hands on your body has your head spinning, and you whisper their names between breathless gasps. 

After sometime, Beel turned towards you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

“I’m feeling a bit hungry…but for something different. How about you Belphie?”

Belphie immediately sensed where his twin was going and flashed him a smile back.

“I’m all of a sudden wide awake. What do you say you join us, MC? We want you to ourselves before we have to go back to sharing you.”

[riiwrites]

Here’s a more spooky request. Maybe dazai has tried watching a horror movie to scare reader so they’ll lean towards him in the movie and he can comfort or hold them but his plan isn’t working because they love horror movies. I think that would be cute and funny. Thank you 💕

“the scariest thing.”

❥ pairing : dazai x reader

❥ genre : fluff

❥ warnings : none

❥ wc : 1k

❥ a/n : i loved writing this so much! although, i’m not a big fan of horror movies but I tried my best for describing some movie scenes.

Dazai greeted you with a sweet smile hidden with a little touch of mischief. He wrapped his arms around you as soon as you stepped through the door

"Ah~ my love, how was your day today?" He asks with such ease as if he’s let out a breath of relief he’s been holding in for a while.

"Hi darling." You replied, accepting his hug instantly when you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Day was good, m’ drained though."

"Oh, you don’t say.."

He has that glint in his eyes as you pull away from his shoulder, raising an eyebrow

"What are you planning?"

"Nothing!"

"Osamu." His smirk only grows when your eyebrows furrow together and a slight pout appears on your lips. He admired that expression for a quick moment before chuckling, placing one hand on your back as he guides you towards the living room, revealing the surprisingly organised sight of blankets sprawled all over the couch, candles lit in the dimmed room and placed on the counter infront of the TV which the channel was switched to Netflix. Your slightly confused expression was suddenly replaced with a look full of surprise but adoration as you stared at the sight.

"Dazai, you did this for me..?"

"Why, of course. I knew your day was going to be rather long and more dreadful than usual, so I prepped you a little something." He smiles at your happy expression, walking over to the couch and taking a seat, patting the space next to him. You oblige obviously and rush over, plopping yourself down onto the blanket from underneath you and sitting on the opposite side of Dazai. He looks at you for a moment looking absolutely bewildered, shocked and almost betrayed.

"Not cuddling up to me after I’ve prepped you such a lovely surprise? I’m wounded!"

"Oh you’ll live!" You say with a smirk, he sighs playfully. "I certainly hope not."

"Osamu."

"Okay okay, sorry!"

Truth was he had already known you would sit on the complete opposite side of him, a big empty bit of distance between you two. He knew how after a draining day sometimes you liked to have your distance, and sometimes you preferred to cuddle up to him, which is why he had crafted the most mastermind plan of all.

"What do you feel like watching?" You ask, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as Dazai has the remote.

"Hm." A smirk adorns his face once again.

"How about a scary movie?"

You turn to him with a smile, being completely oblivious to his 'master plan' as you nod.

"Okay."

He huffs out a chuckle as he throws his head back against the couch, holding the remote in-front of the TV and clicking onto the search bar. 

Around 15 minutes of the movie pass by, and yet not a single reaction out of you. Dazai wasn’t really paying much attention to the movie, only the suspenseful and tension filled parts as he took quick glances at you to try and sense some sort of reaction out of you - but nothing. Dazai continued to stare intently at you, not only because of him trying to sense any sign of emotion, but just because he found you so lovely to stare at. You looked so beautiful when you focused intently on things.

Once Dazai turns his head back to the screen, a loud scream and figure appearing on the screen makes Dazai jump out of his skin, eyes going wide like tennis balls as he yelps.

"Fuck! Oh bella, it’s okay I’ll hold y-"

"Holy shit that was amazing!"

Dazais head quickly snaps to the side to see you - of all people laughing, at the sudden jumpscare.

"Y-you think this is funny..?"

You giggle at the screen as you reply.

"Yeah! The visuals are insane!"

You had the most precious smile on your face that Dazai was actually in shock of. He stared at you with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth as he processed what had just happened. Dazais plan, for the first time in his life - had backfired on him.

He turned away from you and continued to watch the movie, fearing to inject as he didn’t want to spoil your fun or enjoyment of the movie, although he didn’t quite understand how you could enjoy such things.

After nearing the movies end, you’re still smiling so peacefully, whilst Dazai on the other hand looked absolutely mortified and disgusted with what he had just watched. He had really expected you to be all jumpy and startled, him holding you close as you tremble in fear, not the other way around. He felt defeated to say the least - and very humbled. But seeing that sweet precious smile on your face was all the while worth it. You turn to him.

"Are you okay, love? You look rather..disturbed."

Dazai blinks for a few moments before smiling sweetly back at you.

"Yeah..I’m great, I just- didn’t really expect you to act like that."

"Oh! I’ve seen Possum more times than I can count. I love horror movies!"

He blinks a few times again, before looking down at the empty space on the couch

"Oh."

You tilt your head to the side, surprised to see your lover look so dumbfounded.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing, I just.." He starts.

"I thought if I got you to watch a scary movie with me then you’d possibly be startled enough to take up the space on the couch and cuddle up to me. But now I look like the fool who needs to be goddamn coddled!" He huffs and crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowing like a little kid. You giggle at his reasoning.

"I mean, I could cuddle you..-"

"Don’t even think about it. That’s my job damn it!"

You laugh, throwing your head back into the couch as you wipe some fake tears off your face.

"Oh my, I’ve outsmarted the Osamu Dazai! Please, how shall I be rewarded?"

"Oh stop it, I can’t take this anymore!!"

He places his hands on his head, shaking his head rapidly as he continues his tantrum, before eventually stopping and falling back into the couch, he sighs loudly.

"Well I’ve certainly been humbled."

You giggle at this, before crawling over to him and sitting on your knees in front of him. He perks up at this and raises an eyebrow as he stares at you.

"What?"

You tilt your head to the side with a cute smile.

"We can pretend I don’t like horror movies.."

He stares blankly for a moment at your suggestion, both eyebrows now raised and his eyes open wide.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smirks, before grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his side, you squeal.

"Shhh, it’s okay, I’m here." He says, caressing your hair gently as you snicker

"Seriously?"

"Shhhh, it wasn’t real, only visuals.."

"You sure you’re not just telling yourself that?"

"Let me have my moment, sweetheart."

He smiles as he places a gentle kiss on your cheek, you smile and rest your head against his side, peaceful silence fills the room as the two of you are tangled in utter bliss with one another.

"Okay but seriously, I really need to keep close to you tonight." Dazai says. "Im not having any puppets or massive spiders come through any bags or windows tonight."

"Pfft, yeah okay."

"What? I’m being serious, that was the scariest thing ever Y/N!!" He whines, pressing his cheek against the top of your head, rubbing your arm gently.

Sure, his plan may have failed - and it turned out he was the one who actually needed taken care of. But he got his main goal - you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for the 300 followers Milestone!! I’m so happy that all you decide to stick around with me! Sorry this took a while and is gonna to take a while to complete haha! But I am doing a very special event! Where you, my dear reader, have the chance to pick a lovely man to spend the night with!

This is a Escort Service AU with characters from both One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen!

Each character will have their own separate fic written at a later date.

The Prompt is: Virgin Reader picks who she wants to spend her first night with!

Some of these choices are more…spicy.. than others so be warned! But most of all have fun!! :3 Thank you again for the milestone! Hope to see y’all at 500 next time!

You nervously paced around the elevator, clutching the booklet in your hands with a fierce grip. Taking in shallow breaths and jumping slightly when the elevator doors ding open on your floor. You held the booklet close to your chest as you quickly walked past other hotel guests, hoping that they wouldn’t notice you. You search for your room number and dig out your keycard to be let in. Swiping it on the door, and with a soft click, you pressed on forward. The cold air of the hotel room gives you a slight jolt as you look at your surroundings, first checking out the bathroom. It was a sliding door with no locks that slid easily with a little push. You stepped on the tiled floor, and the first thing that grabbed your attention was the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror right in front of the doorway; "Woah.." Woah… woah…….. There was a small echo in the bathroom as well when you spoke out, causing your shoulders to hunch up even more. You glance at the two sinks and then the large shower across from them. ‘Enough to fit five people…’ You thought to yourself, imagining a scenario where five people would use that shower together with a blush.

The sinks being right across from the shower means that the sink’s mirror is also across from it, giving anyone showering the perfect view of themselves. You let out a shaky sigh. ‘This hotel really knows what it's doing, huh…’ Backing out of the shower to check out the rest of the room, a king size bed, a tv, a small couch on the corner, and other very normal things you expect in any hotel. You were expecting a whole wall of whips and chains, to be honest. Glad to be mistaken around that, you sat on the foot of the bed, smoothing out the booklet that had been wrinkled to all hell since you had been crushing it in your hands this whole time. You bit your lower lips as you opened it, your eyes scanning through all the names, pictures, and descriptions scattered in the pages.

Your friend had recommended this service to you, tired of hearing you whine and bitch about how you were going to be a virgin forever. A ‘Escort Service’, your friend had tried it before, multiple times, they said, and every single time they left with a smile on their face, legs trembling, and pussy wrecked. With a bit of pressure from your friend, you finally decide to take the plunge and see what all the hype is about. You already booked the hotel room and paid for everything, the only thing left was to choose who you wanted to be your first…..

PICK YOUR POISON

Roronoa Zoro:

25

6’4ft/192cm

"I like drinking sake and working out…what? What the fuck else am I supposed to say here?"

Looking for a hot and dense muscular man to turn you into a drooling mess? Well, look no further! Zoro here may have a hard noggin, but that's not the only thing that's hard about him. Rocking six-pack abs with wide shoulders and bulging arms with those veins, I know you ladies just love to look at. He can pick you up and mold you into any position you can think of! Don’t be scared by the alluring scar over his eye and his seemingly permanent scowl etched on his face, he’s got a soft heart on the inside and is willing to cater to your every need; just say the word! If you want this fierce-looking, rough but gentle piece of man-meat, call this number now! XXX-XXX-XX01

Don Quixote Doflamingo

37

6’8ft/ 203cm

"Some call me the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Pick me, and I’ll show you the true meaning of worship"

DO NOT PICK THIS MAN!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHY HE ISNT BANNED OR IN JAIL YET *A warning written by your friend*

Mere words cannot even begin to describe the greatness that is the ‘Heavenly Demon’, Sir. Don Quixote Doflamingo himself! Just basking in his godlike glow can make any man or lady cream in their pants instantly. You should be honored that you have the chance to spend a lovely night with this Celestial being! After just one night with him, every other person on this earth will never compare, so be warned; this is a ride that you will never forget. But be honest with yourself… can you really resist this sinful temptation? Call now :) XXX-XXX-XX02

“Black Leg” Sanji

26

6’3ft/191cm

"I believe that every single beautiful lady in the world should experience earth-shaking orgasms at least once…"

Yowch! Watch out, ladies! This saucy cook not only know his way around a kitchen but also around and inside a lady’s pants as well. He’s almost as sweet as the desserts he whips up, so if you’re looking for a tender and loving night with a man that will treat you and eat you out like a five-star meal, well, look no further! Sanji here is everything you could ask for in a man, his skilled hands will have you trembling under him before the moon is fully up! And don’t get me started on his sultry voice and accent, oh la la~! A few words are enough to even make me fall to my knees! Don’t you worry, though; Sanji will never let a lady suffer in his sights. Call now and be treated right! XXX-XXX-XX03

Trafalgar Law

25

“Don’t act like a brat unless you’re ready to be punished… try to test my patience and I’ll have you begging to turn back time..”

6’2ft/187cm

Tan, tattooed and pierced, Law is man of mystery, stricter than most with a seemingly cold personality. Don’t worry though, if you play nice, he’ll quickly warm up to you! If you want to spend the night with this hunky man, make sure you listen to whatever the Doctor say, unless you’re ready to be strapped down and pounded all night. We know your type though, acting all bratty and spoiled so you would end up a drooling mess faced down in the bed. Tsk Tsk, naughty girl! If you think you’re prepared to go head-to-head with this MD (and get his D heh) Call now! XXX-XXX-XX04

Eustass “Captain” Kid

25

6’5ft/195cm

"My dick is big, and I know how to fuck and eat pussy. Why bother picking any of the losers when you can pick a champ like me?"

Such a crass mouth on this wild red-hair! He’s better off putting that mouth to use somewhere else, don’t you think? That is, if you’re able to tame him~ "Captain" Kid is not for the faint of heart, dear reader, you have to be ready to ride if you end up choosing him. He is as fiery as the color in his hair. You can dream of biting back, but he will bite back harder and leave marks on your body that you won’t even see coming. If you ever dreamed of being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, then Kid is the man for you! Just don’t sue us if you end up more sore than you signed up for. Call now! XXX-XXX-XX05

Gojo Satoru

25

6’5ft/196cm

"Handsome, strong, and charming~ I’m the total package, baby, ain’t no one better than me <;3"

You should have said "Cocky" as well, though we all know that some ladies love a man who knows his worth and Gojo? Gojo definitely knows his worth (Maybe he blows it out of proportion sometimes, but still). Pearly white hair as soft as fresh snow with stunning blue eyes that will capture the heart of anyone that dares gaze upon them. Gojo Satoru is the ‘total package’, and you’re guaranteed to at least have a laugh with him by your side. Not here for laughs? Well, let me tell you all about Gojo’s soft lips, which he moisturizes every day, and his long and slender fingers, which he also moisturizes every day. (Who let Gojo in the writing room again?) He also wears a blindfold most of the time; did we mention that? Call now and see what this "package" has to offer you! XXX-XXX-XX06

Sukuna

30

6’6ft/197cm

"Everywhere I go, I am the ‘King’, my mere presence alone is enough to make the masses fall to their knees. So why aren’t you already down there?"

GOOD LORD DO NOT PICK THIS ONE EITHER, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD  *another warning from your friend*

You already heard of the ‘Heavenly Demon, now meet the "King of Curses", Mister Sukuna! Cue Applauses. Ahem, those who are still reading this far and have not quivered and ran away in fear yet, behold and rejoice! You are some of the few who are worthy to spend a night with a King. Make no mistake now.. You are here to serve him, not the other way around. If he says ‘Sit’, you are expected to already be sitting on the ground near his feet. If he says ‘jump’, you will not ask ‘how high’ because you should already know what he wants. After one night with Sukuna, his teachings will be ingrained in your mind, body, and soul. :) If that sounds like a fun time to you! Call now! XXX-XXX-XX07

Geto Suguru

25

6’6ft/198cm

"Hmm? Something about me? Ah…. I rather let my actions do the speaking for me..*chuckles*"

Wowee… is it getting hot in here, or is it just Suguru? If I could, I would cut in front of the line to spend the night with this charming man. His sultry voice can lure anyone into his clutches; Suguru could start a whole cult with all the people he attracts! If you want to be treated right by a man and fucked to the high heavens, whew, I don’t know who else I can offer but Suguru. Just don’t get too sad once the night ends and the morning comes, ladies. I know it's going to be hard not to fall in love instantly with a man like this. If you think your heart can handle it, Suguru will be waiting for you at the end of this call. XXX-XXX-XX08

Nanami Kento

24

6’4ft/193cm

"I plan to execute my work well and leave every customer satisfied with the end result…. Uhh Nanami, could you be more.. sexy about this? Sigh…many people say I have a very ‘toned body’ and that my jawline can cut diamonds…also don’t expect me to stay longer than I need to; I don’t work overtime under any circumstances."

All work and no play make Nanami a dull boy… at least that’s what I would say if he wasn’t so damn good in bed. He does the job right, and oh boy, does he know how exactly to make any lady squirm and squirt underneath him. Don’t be put off by his cold-hearted look, he is a big-ol softy beneath all that muscle. He’s cool and calculating, not like some of the other muscleheads on here; just be honest with what you want from him and Nanami will make sure that all your wants and needs will be met to the letter. Though if you want, you could always try to push his buttons and see where that will go….:) Call here! XXX-XXX-XX09

Fushiguro Toji

28

6’7ft/200cm

“You know what you’re getting with me doll.. heh…if you want a good, long, and hard fuck all night, you better pay the right price…” A whole hulking mass of a man, Toji is not for the faint-hearted, mind you. Lewd, crass, and a goddamn mess of a man as well! It's hard to believe that a guy like this can get with any girl; oh, who am I kidding, We all know why we simp for him (his muscles). Don’t think you can try to fix him, ladies; he’ll end up wrecking you and have you drooling on his cock in five seconds flat. You ain’t never been forced into a real mating press or a full nelson before unless you spent the night with Toji, he’ll show you that no matter your size or weight, you’re nothing but his cocksleeve. Call now and see what’s its all about! XXX-XXX-XX10

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[gellavonhamster]

a haunted house with a picket fence

One Piece || gen || Perona & Mihawk || set before the Egghead Arc ao3 link rus || ao3 link eng

The transponder snail booth is just across the street. Perona keeps glancing at it out of the cafeteria window as she eats her dinner. After finishing it, she carefully wraps a napkin around the salad leaf she had taken out of her sandwich, takes it with her, and steps out – and stops in indignation when some guy jumps out of the nearest back alley and slides into the booth right before her. The gall!

“Would you look at that,” Perona mutters, and releases a Negative Hollow.

The guy has already closed the door of the booth, but walls are no obstacle for Hollows, and a moment later the jerk drops crying to the ground. Perona has to give it to him – it’s really nice of him to lean against the door in despair and open it on accident. It’s not like she’s going to stoop to throwing coins into the machine, after all! What a humiliation for a pirate and a princess!

“Oh, I’m a wretched worm,” sobs the stranger, smearing snot all over his face. “I deserve no love, no happiness…”

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Move it, mister,” Perona steps over him into the booth and closes the door behind her. The snail stares at her with indifferent round eyes. Perona offers it a salad leaf from the sandwich and, while it is chewing, dials a number from memory. After the first tone, a sudden urge to hang up washes over her, and she moves the handset away from her ear; then, after a slight pause, presses it back.

“Yes?” a cold voice finally speaks. Not a wary one – not a hint of unease, just clearly expecting no good.

“Hey, Hawkeyes,” Perona says, trying to sound as carefree as she can.

“Ghost girl,” the voice gets about a degree warmer. Half a degree. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“No reason, just saw your ad in the paper and decided to call. It’s so cute that you finally have friends your age. I’m happy for you!”

“They’re not my friends,” Mihawk says through his teeth. Noise is coming through the receiver – someone’s arguing unintelligibly, someone’s yelping. “What is it that you really want, ghost girl? The Marines may trace where you’re calling from.”

“You think I’m scared of them? Ha! And besides, they won’t get here in time.”

“I am asking you, what is it that you want?”

Perona herself isn’t sure why she’s calling him. When the idea to call Mihawk had just crossed her mind, she was about to cast it aside in anger – what is this, is she scared? She, the Ghost Princess, and scared? However, on reflection, she concluded that the disturbing feeling that won’t leave her alone wasn’t fear. She has no doubt about the success of her venture, although she sees that it won’t be easy. It is true that she’s got no army of zombies anymore, and in the past couple of years she fought weeds and mole crickets more often than she fought other pirates, but is she a general or what? So no, she isn’t scared, but something keeps gnawing at her relentlessly and won’t let her focus on her plan, and she has to focus. And for some reason she feels like it’ll get better if she talks to somebody. Terrible. The two years and a bit that she spent on Kuraigana made her too soft.

Oh, right. Kuraigana.

“I was just gonna ask, what news of the castle? Not a word in the papers or on the streets.”

“As far as I know,” Mihawk’s voice turns icy again, “the Marines conducted a search there and commandeered it for the needs of the World Government.”

“Whaaat?!” Perona is so furious she almost drops the handset. She snatches it, uses her shoulder to press it to her ear, adjusts her hat that has slipped down to her eyes. She had four more hats back on Kuraigana – wait, no, five. Five hats. And so many dresses! The black lace one, but not the kind she’s currently wearing – the other black lace one; the black one with balloon sleeves; the pink one with skulls. The wine-red one she and Zoro sewed from old curtains – or rather, she sewed and Zoro just sat on the floor helping her mark out the hemline in chalk, and did it lopsidedly, at that. And a good many more. Not to mention the rest of stuff she didn’t take with her when she went looking for Lord Moria because she thought she could come back later and pick it up. Apparently, she cannot. “How dare they?! Those dicks! And the garden?”

“And the garden what? Did you expect me to pack it in a bag and take it with me? Let us hope they haven’t burned it down, at least.”

“Our vineyard,” Perona murmurs confusedly, and the fact that Mihawk does not correct her that actually it is his vineyard, his garden, his castle, as he never tired of reminding Zoro and her for two years, is a testament to his own low spirits. “And the wine cellar… oh, they must’ve been so pleased…”

“Indeed. For once, they are going to have some quality alcohol. Have you ever been to any functions organized by the top brass of the Navy?” She doesn’t need to see his face to picture the exact way he rolls his eyes in disdain. “Pathetic.”

“I guess everything’s gonna wither and overgrow without us…”

“Those are just garden beds,” Mihawk says firmly. Like he’s trying to convince himself. “One can always make new ones.”

“And the castle? Can you find a new one too?”

Silence hangs on the line.

“No,” Mihawk replies at last. “No, hardly another one like that.”

Homesickness. That is what’s gnawing at her: homesickness. She failed to recognize this feeling at once because she has never experienced it before. Her memory was gracious enough to erase her entire childhood before meeting Lord Moria, leaving her just the vague images that sometimes caught up with her in her sleep. As to the Thriller Bark, it was great, of course – but it was not a dream come true. When Bartholomew Kuma asked her where she would want to go if she could go anywhere, she described to him her perfect home – and it turned out it existed. It turned out she could live there the way she could never imagine before but found truly enjoyable, with people she found nice to stay under the same roof with. And now her dream has been… commandeered. Zoro also left, but he had another home waiting for him – his crew, his ship. She and Mihawk, on the other hand, were now homeless. No, she didn’t call him because she was afraid she would fail and needed an adult – as in, more of an adult than herself – to tell her it will be all right. She did it because she knew he was going to understand what it feels like. Because he misses Kuraigana, too.

Perhaps picking at her wounds will make the matters worse, but the pain it causes energizes her, weirdly. A powerful, very powerful blast of rage. If the Marines who barged into their home were here, the sheer tsunami of her hate would have knocked them down, no Hollows needed.

“We will return yet,” Perona says, and her voice isn’t even trembling, for the most part. She tilts her head, and a tear falls on the floor; she steps on it with the tip of her boot. “We’ll take it back from them.”

“And what plan of action do you propose, pray tell?”

“Oh, I have a plan.” She giggles. “But I won’t tell you yet. Because first I have to secure a gift for you! I don’t wanna ruin the surprise.”

“Perona,” says Mihawk. Not ghost girl, not young lady – it is her name that he says, and it is unbearable. Like when they were bickering right before she left and he dropped a be careful out there and she wanted to sit down on the floor and cry because she was leaving home. Such a short time since she’d found it, and she was already leaving. “Whatever you’re up to, take care.”

“Yeah, you do too.”

“Thank you.” He doesn’t even act outraged that she dares to imply that the world’s greatest swordsman has to watch out for something or someone. 

If they keep talking, she’ll burst into tears for sure.

“Well, gotta go,” she says with affected cheerfulness. “Bye-bye, Hawkeyes! Tell your new friends I said hi!” and she hangs up before he can answer.

A queue has already formed by the entrance to the booth, and when Perona swings the door open, the first person in that queue gets hit on the forehead.

“Oops!” Perona cries out and soars into the air before he can grab her. “Watch where you stand next time!”

If she ought to apologize to someone, it is to Lord Moria. But he’ll never know she called him a gift. And she is sure she’ll be able to persuade him to join the Cross Guild – he has lost his crew again, which means that new allies could come in handy. The World Government shut down the Warlord program far too late. By now, as proven by Mihawk and his new partners, the mightiest pirates in the world have learned to sit down at the same table, even if with their teeth gritted, and join forces if necessary. Where there are three, there is room for a fourth – and then they’ll see how it goes. The Marines will regret driving them out of Kuraigana yet.

But first, to Hachinosu.

[cloverfeildsinbloom]

Strawberry Fields pt. 2

{I might have a slight five obsession 🤷‍♀️}

-this one is slightly longer 🫡

{is a Five x Oc but you can imagine yourself 😉}

“Fine you guys can stay, but you have to help out around here. At least until you find whatever you’re looking for.”

That was almost three months ago, Lori had agreed to let them stay after they told her what had happened. And she held them up to their deal, when they weren’t searching they were helping out. Normally Lila would help her in the green house and back garden, while Five did patch work in the fencing and most of the hunting.

Although after the first few weeks there Lila found ways of getting the two alone in the green house, whether it would be volunteering to hunt, or faking a head ache. The raven haired woman saw the chemistry between them and made it her mission to help the younger/eldest Hargreaves to find his happy ending. She had seen him sacrifice so much, put himself through so much, that she decided it was his turn to be happy. Even if she had to play match maker.

Just as she planned that morning, an hour before finishing their scavenging she started complaining about a headache. By the time they got close to what they considered home for the time being she was complaining about it being a migraine, boy was she a great actress too. When they got to the home and Five told the brunette about Lila’s migraine she made her go lay down with a glass of ice water and the promise of being woken for dinner, just as she planned.

Five watched through the door way of the greenhouse as the woman hummed to herself, picking the weeds out and caring gently for her plants. He still couldn’t explain the intense pull to her. He knew it could be a timeline thing, her being named Delores and all, but that didn’t explain why he felt so strong about her, especially when he already had his Delores. Was that what would eventually happen again? Was he always meant to leave her time after time? Could he put the woman who was so kind, so soft with him, through so much pain again? He saw the pain Max had put her through. The fact that she couldn’t even look at him for longer than three seconds when they first got here showed that. Hell, she still wore his ring.

The sight of her turning to pick up the watering can caught his attention, making him move to pick it up, “please, let me help.” The shorter woman jumped slightly at his sudden appearance, “Jesus, Five you scared me,” her laugh making his heart skip a beat. His lips curled slightly as he apologized, “I’m sorry, I just felt bad for letting you do all this without Lila.” Her green eyes met his and she smiled softly, “you really don’t have to.” Shrugging, he picked up the can and started going through the individual plants.

Lori moved to start pick in the ripe ones as she started humming again, finding comfort in his presence. She found Five to be a calming influence, something Max was not. Lila had told her stories of Five that seemed to be a bit different than how he had been, but she also knew he had been through a lot. The stories of their apocalypses and the Commission made her respect him, he had grown to live on his own despite being so young. He also fought hard to get back to his family, something Max did do as well. It made her scared sometimes, they were so different, but a few things made her remember they were technically the same person.

So why did she feel guilty? Her heart skipping around him, the lingering looks, the wanting to reach for him, to feel his skin on hers. Why did it all feel like she was wrong for it? Because she was technically still married, and loved a different man. The ring on her finger proof that Max was indeed still there in her mind. So why did she want Five to pull her close and promise her the future?

Her brows furrowed in thought as she paused her picking, was she falling for Five? No, no, he was just someone who reminded her of the man she actually does love. But how can you love someone who disappeared? Someone who walked out without a thought of trying to convince her to go with him? Her eyes searched the plants in front of her as she tried to concentrate but the thoughts in her head made it almost impossible. So impossible that she hadn’t realized she had stopped humming. Or that Five had noticed and made his way to her.

“Lori?” His voice being so close made her head snap up to the direction it came from. He stood next to her, his hand gently resting on her arm, concern evident in his light green eyes, “everything okay?” She hummed softly before nodding, “uh, yeah, yeah.” His eyes searched hers for an actual answer, unconvinced but not wanting to push, “are you sure?” Her dark green eyes dropped as she nodded again, “yeah, just spaced is all,” raising her head slightly she smiled, “want some lemonade?” The raven haired man nodded and watched her walk out of the glass house and into the main house, his mind also racing in thoughts that made the distance between them harder to maintain.

Trying to catch her breath and thoughts the curly haired woman began pulling out the glasses from the cabinet. Placing them down, her nails gripped the counter and she leaned forward on her hands, her heart beat racing fast than she’d ever felt. She couldn’t love another man, she couldn’t love him again. She had already been there and checked that box. Agreeing she wouldn’t do it again. So why did she want to so badly?

The door creaked open,the sound of footsteps approaching her fast before she was turned around and forced to face a determined Five. His breath hitting her face as the distance between them almost nonexistent. “Tell me you don’t want this either, tell me I haven’t been in your mind like you’re in mine,” his light eyes held her dark ones, showing he meant every words. She took a deep breath as she tried to steady herself, “Five, I- we- Max-“

An angry noise left his throat, “Fuck Max, he couldn’t even take care of the woman that cared for him so much that she left her own family for him. He couldn’t protect you,” his voice stayed leveled as he placed on of his hands on her reddened cheek, thumb caressing her skin softly, “please, let me prove to you I’m not him.” Her eyes closed for a second before she decided to break down her walls and let him in. Leaning into him, the freckle faced woman closed the distance between them. His soft lips met hers with anticipation, his other arm wrapping around her to pull her close as her hands moved to hold him close by his sweater. Fireworks exploded, butterflies erupted, and everything collided.

It was as if this was what every moment led up to, like their souls finally found their other half. The pull was so strong, the moment their lips connected it felt as if it had gone haywire. Their bodies lit up as the others touch held them close. It was like they knew the ends and outs of each other, without having to learn them.

Parting only to breathe before pulling the other in again, their lips met in a frenzy. Hands moving down her sides, Five moved to lift her onto the counter, getting closer to her by standing between her legs. Her hands moved to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as she felt one of his hands moved along her sides, the other holding her waist close. A sound of content vibrated from her making him smile, his lips trailing down to her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot. Leaning to give him room, Lori moaned at the feeling before her eyes landed on Lila leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on her face, causing the frazzled woman to let out a shriek. Five immediately stepped back to observe her in panic, noticing her gaze behind him his body turned to see the older/younger woman standing with a knowing look.

“I fucking knew it!”

-part 3?

[fictionalmenxyn]

Hi I love your posts so much, makes me feels like I'm actually in the scene lol! If it's okay I would like to make a bit angst/comfort request where Y/N is basically the little sister of 141, they are always in a big bro mood (Price has dad mood) even tho they know Y/N is capable of protecting herself but just one time Y/N gets drunk without boys weren't around and she got abused (physically or verbal you choose), how would boys would react when they found out and what would they do to comfort Y/N?

( My thought? They would ask to borrow some nuclear weapons from Laswell just for a "small revenge" )

(Also really sorry this ends up being a long request ☹️ )

Don’t be sorry there is nothing to be sorry about! Of course I can do this for you! :D

Ghost

He started to worry as he knew what time you were coming home and your curfew was four hours ago

Once you arrived back he was sat in the break room

You stumbled past the break room but before you could get to your room he stopped you

He spoke “what time do you call this?”

You replied “uh sorry”

He did t notice the state you were in and your voice seemed worried and shaken so he turned the light on

Seeing your injured self he grown angry not towards you but whoever hurt you

He spoke “what happened?”

You replied “long story..”

He gently helped you towards his room and told you to sit down in his desk chair

He left the room for a moment and came back it some medical stuff

He started to clean your wounds and you told him the story of how you got jumped by these three men because you didn’t want to go home with them and they were quite drunk so they didn’t like the answer no

He became furious but hid it from you as he wanted you to know that your safe

You were nice and clean so he handed you a shirt and he grabbed a pair of spare pair of shorts you left from a sleepover because you got scared of the thunder

You got dressed while he setter up the bed

He laid there till you were finished and told you to climb in

He told you “your safe now, I’ve got you”

You felt comfortable and safe now Ghost was there

The next day he went to Price and told him everything and they both searched for the people you had described the night before

After they searched for a bit but as soon as he was finished he stayed by your side the whole week

He would always be the older brother as they all were but he was definitely the over protective, kill any man that looks or talks to you the wrong way

When he’s with you for that week he’d do stuff you’d enjoy to make you happy and he’d watch tv or movies with you

Soap

When you were out he stayed in either his room or the break room

When it was getting dark and the time almost came for you to start heading back to base/home he started to get a little on edge

But he went to his room and stayed up till you were home so he knows your safe

It was past the time you said you were coming back so he started to panic

Once he heard the door to your room open since you two had rooms next to each other he jumped off his bed and went over to you

Seeing the door close he walked over and knocked

Once you opened the door he noticed you didn’t look like you had enjoyed your night and your body language wasn’t the same as usual

So he asked what was wrong so you pulled him into your room so I’m I one would wake up

You had told him that some girls kept verbally abusing you because they saw you talking to some men who were actually from base but they didn’t know that

He felt angry, he tried his best to hide it but no and again he’d mutter a curse word or two under his breath

He decided to stay in your room for the night so you felt safe and comfortable

When you woke up you didn’t see him so you thought he’d left during the night so you could have more room

But when you went into the break room you saw he had made you your favourite breakfast with one of your favourite drinks

You smiled and that made him smile knowing you were happier than last night

Gaz

He would text you every so often to see if you were ok and if you wanted to be picked up yet since it was late

You texted him the time you are coming home in about two hours

But two hours turned to three and a half

He started to worry but just to ease his mind he’d thought ‘she’d probably struggling to get a taxi’ or ‘she’s just probably had to walk so she wont be too long’ but he was still on edge

Once you came home he was sat on the sofa watching tv

Once he turned to look at you and give the ‘why are you late’ look he noticed you were out of breath and something liquid like fell on the floor so he rushed over thinking it was sick/vomit

When he turned the light on since he used the tv as light he noticed it wasn’t sick but it was blood

He started panicking but you told him you were fine and he obviously gave the ‘you being serious’ look followed with “what happened?”

You explained to him while he helped you to your room

He left the room like Ghost to grab some things such as medical supplies and some clothes

He said “right in the bathroom, y/n/n”

You went into the bathroom and he helped you wash your sore and bloodied body in a warm bath

After that it was visible where each cut and gash was so he tended to each wound

Once that was over he gave you one of his shirts and shorts and left the bathroom to give you some privacy

Then once you were finished you went into your room and saw he had made your bed and grabbed some snacks and he was laying there

He pulled out his phone and put on your favourite movie to calm you down

He would tell you how your going to be ok and how your safe

When you woke up you were about to leave the bed but he held onto you thinking you were falling out of the bed

After a while you both ended up on the sofa and binge watched movies for the day and night as Gaz told Price what happened. So Price ordered Gaz to say by your side and you two to have the day off

Price

He obviously like a dad sat in a chair until you were home

He was concerned since every so often he’d look at his watch and you were not home even thought you had told him you’d be home two hours ago

Once you were back at base/home he’d ask “where have you been?” Or “you alright? how come you are late?”

You were white and ignored his answer so he knew something was up

So he asked and you told him how some men where making you feel uncomfortable and kept verbally abusing you since they were drunk

He was annoyed that men can be so rude and disrespectful to women especially if they are out with friends

So he offered to make some tea to have a chat over and so you can tell him what exactly happened and most likely what they looked like so he would most likely look up the person and get himself and Ghost on a little trip to find these people and have a ‘chat’

He’d offer to put up a small transportable bed in his room (as a captain I’d believe his room is bigger?) if you say yes he’d do it for you but if not he’d make sure your comfy in your bed and bring you a water and maybe some medicine if you have a bad headache tomorrow morning

The next day he’d make you another tea or coffee and he’d sit with you and check up on you and then will probably show you the men’s profile to see if they were the right people

He’d have advice from Laswell. Of how to make you feel comfortable and what to do in these situation

hope you enjoy this!

Have a good day/night! :D

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 7

‘Settle down, everyone. I know you’re all excited about the Christmas ball next weekend, but we still need to focus on our work. It’s almost the end of the day, so stay with me for this last while, please.’ Loki called out firmly to the class.

The students all quietened down, though he made sure to try and keep their attention. Claire smirked at him, she was stood at the back of the class. Loki glanced at her and hid his own smirk, he knew she liked it when he got all bossy.

There was just under two hours left when Loki noticed students from other classes leaving already out in the corridor. He was confused, and was about to ask Claire to see if she could find out what was going on, when Chris entered the room looking uneasy.

‘Class dismissed early. Head straight home.’ He said firmly to the students.

The students were confused, yet they all jumped up to their feet, happy about getting home early.

‘What’s going on?’ Loki asked Chris while the students began piling out of the class.

‘We need to get to the hospital. David’s been shot by a hunter. He didn’t turn up after lunch time, one of his students came to tell me he was missing. I found him outside, just next to the football court. I called Dad and he’s taken him to the hospital.’ Chris quickly explained.

Loki and Claire rushed to grab their bags, then headed out while Chris went to dismiss the rest of the classes and alert the others.

Luckily Loki had driven himself and Claire to work that morning, so they hopped into the car and raced to the hospital, thankfully it was only ten minutes away. When they got there, Chris had just arrived, he’d flown there.

The three of them headed inside and went to reception to ask where David was, the receptionist directed them to one of the vampire wards, but when they got there David wasn’t there.

‘He must be getting seen to.’ Loki said as he ran his hand through his hair.

Claire put her arms around Loki’s arm. ‘I’m sure he’ll be ok…’ She said softly.

‘Did he look bad?’ Loki asked Chris.

‘He was unconscious, it’s his arm that's been hit.’ Chris swallowed hard.

‘Hopefully dad can save him… It depends how fast the silver will have spread through his body.’ Loki said worriedly.

‘It’s worrying that a hunter was at the school again.’ Claire said quietly.

‘I had a thorough search once dad got to David, but couldn’t find the hunter. We will just need to be extra cautious, perhaps lock the school when the students are in. Have someone on the door to make sure there’s no strangers coming in.’ Chris said.

Loki and Claire nodded in agreement.

Two minutes later, David was wheeled into the ward in a bed. They were so relieved to see that he was awake, his arm was in a sling though was healing fast already. His face was a bit sunken in and even paler than usual because of the silver that had been in his system, but he was ok considering.

‘Jesus, man. You gave us a scare.’ Loki let out a small nervous laugh, he was so relieved to see he was ok.

‘It’ll take more than a silver bullet to kill me.’ David smirked but groaned a little.

‘Don’t get too cocky, it was a close call.’ Lucius said as he walked in. The porter that had wheeled David in put the breaks on the bed then left the room.

‘Luckily the bullet went right through your arm, only leaving some fragments of silver inside your arm. We managed to quickly isolate it all and get it out of your system, but a minute longer and it could’ve been fatal.’ Lucius continued as he put some notes on the end of his bed.

‘Thank you.’ David said as he managed to sit up.

‘What happened?’ Claire asked.

David was about to explain, when the door burst open and Matt came rushing in.

‘Bloody hell, David. I thought I was going to come in and find you dead!’ Matt said as he walked over to his bedside and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

‘Aww, were you worried about me?’ David teased.

‘Of course I was. Ken needs his Barbie for next Halloween.’ Matt teased and made the others laugh. Though everyone could see the pure relief on his face as he collapsed onto the chair at the bedside.

‘What happened?’ Matt asked.

‘I was just about to explain before you rudely burst in.’ David tsked at him with a smirk. ‘I was just outside watching during lunch, then I was about to head back inside once all the students were in, but I could smell a hunter. I went to investigate and there were two of them, I was about to attack when another shot me from across the football grounds. They must’ve noticed someone coming out as they soon scarpered, thankfully. Though I blacked out. Who found me?’

‘I did. Do you not remember speaking to me?’ Chris asked with an eyebrow up.

David shook his head.

‘You were declaring your love for Matt, saying he’s your soulmate, that you could feel it and just didn’t want to tell him in-case he turned you down. You wanted me to tell him once you passed.’ Chris said with a deadly serious look on his face.

Claire and Loki looked shocked, believing him. Though not as shocked as Matt looked, he turned to look at David like he’d just seen a ghost.

David’s eyes widened. ‘That’s not true!’ He yelled and pointed at Chris.

Chris then broke face and began laughing.

‘You utter dick!’ David grabbed the tumbler of water at his bedside and tossed it at Chris, though Chris swiftly knocked the tumbler out of the way.

It clattered to the floor, though Claire and Loki were laughing hysterically over the sound of it. Matt shook his head and put his face in his hands.

Lucius smirked as he shook his head. ‘Get plenty of rest tonight, David. You can leave in the morning once the nurse has checked you over just to be sure.’

‘Yeah… Thanks.’ David nodded, though he glared at Chris again.

Chris just smirked with his arms folded over his chest.

They stayed with David for a short while, then the nurse wanted them out so he could rest. Since he did just have surgery, even though he was almost back to normal already. So everyone headed home.

‘I’m so glad David is ok.’ Claire sighed when she got into the car with Loki.

‘Me too.’ Loki reached over and squeezed her thigh.

‘It is worrying that hunters are back in the area though, especially at the school.’ Claire said.

‘I know, we will be more alert. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.’ Loki assured her and reached up to cup her cheek.

Claire closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, smiling. ‘I know you will. My vampy protector.’ She opened her eyes and turned to kiss his palm.

Loki slid his hand round to the back of her head as he leaned over to kiss her gently on the lips.

‘We best get home. I am starving now.’ He hummed.

‘Me too.’ Claire said, then right on time her stomach let out a growl, making Loki chuckle.

‘Is it just me or is Chris turning more into a jokester?’ Claire commented as Loki drove them home.

‘A little, yes. He used to often be like that when we were younger. I suspect Louise is bringing the softer side out in him. So, we will likely be subject to more jokes.’ Loki said as he rolled his eyes.

‘Well, it’s better than him insulting you and trying to threaten us.’ Claire laughed.

‘That’s very true.’ Loki agreed.

-

When Chris got home after going hunting for a quick feed, he let out a groan as he collapsed on the sofa and put his feet up. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that Louise had messaged him, making his heart flutter.

L: Claire just told me about David being shot today, is he going to be ok? Are you ok? Were you hurt? Is there anything I can do?

C: I’m absolutely fine, thank you, sweetheart. David is going to be good, thankfully it went through the side of his arm so dad was able to save him pretty easily before the silver spread through him. He’s already on the mend and will be discharged in the morning.

L: That’s good he’s going to be ok, and I’m glad you’re not hurt.

C: Very sweet of you to be concerned… You’re not getting out of being my date for the ball that easily ;)

L: Damn... I’ll need to try feeding you some garlic instead.

C: Note to self: don’t eat anything from Louise.

L: Oh well, I’m out of ideas. Guess I’ll need to just suck it up and be your date, which will be such a hardship.

Chris chuckled, he was happy she was teasing with him confidently. They had been messaging most days, though he couldn’t wait to see her again next weekend at the ball. It couldn’t come quick enough for his liking.  

C: I promise, you’ll have a good time!

L: I know I will. I can’t wait to see you again.

C: I can’t wait either.

L: I was actually thinking of going to feed the ducks tomorrow afternoon… I was wondering, if you’re not busy, if you’d maybe like to join me? If that’s not really your thing, I understand.

C: I would love to. What time will I meet you there?

L: About 2?

C: Perfect. I’ll be there.

L: See you then! x

Chris couldn’t stop smiling now as he sank back against the sofa and put his phone down.

[dead8bit]

─ Virtual Angel !

Aventurine x GN!Reader

Inspired by 'Virtual Angel' by ARTMS!

Tags: Obsessed Aventurine, Religious Imagery, Religious Symbolism, God, Angels, S*icide, Parasocial relationship (?), Aventurine hates himself, Self-hatred, Hurt No Comfort, Angst.

Word Count: 1.6k

Aventurine stood at the edge of the building. His vision is a split screen between his feet and the back alley. The sky was beautiful, bright blue with a few white clouds dotted along the view. They were so fluffy and clean. Just like Them. Their white wings were far more superior than the fake ones he wore on his back. Everyone wore them, everyone in The Gathering. It was like a show of faith. Although it was never as permanent as the tattoo that bled into his skin. A black cross. Slightly downturned arms. It paired awfully well with his neck brand.

His pupils shook as he peered down. Why? He had done this over and over again, yet he was still frightened. Not of death, no. In fact, he craved it, he wanted to die. But They scared him, every time he did this, yet he couldn’t stop.

They wouldn’t be happy, quite devastated if he jumped and died. Every other time he’d do it, They would scold him.

‘Please clean me. Please help me.’

He felt sick and twisted.

His left hand held a small white wand. A shiny Aventurine attached to the top of it. They always encouraged him to clean it often. They told him that Aventurine is beautiful and should be taken care of.

That was probably the 20th replacement They had been forgiving enough to give him after it shattered next to his lifeless body.

Here we go again, let’s die. I’m going to die because… I hate myself. I’m disgusting. No one loves me. They don’t love me. Why? Why don’t They love me? I dedicate my life to Them because I need faith. I need faith to continue. I hate my life. I hate my past. Please kill me.

Please kill him.

A glowing figure appeared in front of him, hovering in the air. Their spotless wings outstretched. White clothing adored their body, decorated with pure gold. Their eyes investigate him, a smile on Their face. Their lips opened, their voice drowning out every other sound of this world.

It was you. The one who Aventurine truly needed.

“Why is light given to him who is in misery, and life to the bitter of soul, who long for death, but it does not come, and search for it more than hidden treasures; Who rejoice exceedingly, and are glad when they can find the grave? Why is light given to a man whose way is hidden, and whom God has hedged in?”

You could only deliver these sacred words to him every time he rejected life. Your heart ached. It really did hurt you. He was too insecure to believe you loved him.

Aventurine sighed and choked out a few tears.

“Why?”

“I know you are angry with God,” the words fall off your tongue. Every syllable, every pronunciation, every vowel and consonant were heavenly to his ears, “But I know you do not curse God.”

He stretched his left hand out, sending the wand to its own death. Your eyes followed it down, seeing the Aventurine shatter into bits. You look back at him. Blank face.

“Is my forgiveness not sufficient? Is my giving not feeding you? Do I not unlock my heart enough?”

The tears started flowing down his cheeks at your words. He’s only cried in front of you. No one else at The Gatherings had ever seen him truly.

“I don’t believe it.”

Your hands ghost over your chest, shutting your eyes and no longer smiling, “Yet you still pray to me, pray to God every day.”

You’re right. He still has faith; he can’t even go back home anymore. He spends nights sleeping where he sees you, where he prays for you. He only eats fruit. He feels like he shouldn’t be allowed to consume anything else.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”

He must do everything to make you and your God pleased. Everything besides his frequent suicides. He was addicted. He can’t stop that, no he couldn’t!

And so, he did.

…

His fingers are shaking. His breath is fast. His heart was pumping, and he had tears down his face. The weight of the headset on his head was heavy, blocking his vision. His hands pressed against the machine and pulled it off his head, messing up his already messy hair.

His body was snug in a beanbag, covered in pillows and blankets. Gently dropping the headset beside him to not wake any of the other members of The Gathering who also slept on beanbags with the same headsets on their heads.

The pink and white plushies stared lifelessly into his eyes. They surrounded the room. The white walls painted over with the pink lighting from the neon lights hung up around the room. A few neon signs were eyes. Eyes everywhere watching them, watching him. The large light was an exact replica of the tattoo in his skin. Pointed cross, downturned arms.

The box TVs placed at the front of the room played blue static. The sound of white noise and breathing echoed in his ears.

Aventurine’s hands felt around in his lap and recognised the familiar object that had recently been placed in his hands. The wand, the same Aventurine attached to the top of it. It glowed softly as your whisper echoed from the gem.

“Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Your words repeated the same words over and over again until the glow died down.

“Sleep. Rest your temple of God.”

Aventurine’s eyes fluttered open to the same room.

Everyone was gone with their headsets carefully placed on their beanbags.

The TVs stirred and the blue static distorted into a video of you. Your voice poured out of the speakers in a heavenly tone.

I’ll be there for you when your wings break.

Letting go of you that’s a heartbreak.

His pupils dilated at the sight of you and your voice. He slowly got up and crawled to the TV. Pulling his face to the screen, he could see every pixel of you. You took up his entire vision and his mind was foggy.

His fingers caressed the screen. The false wings on his back shifted from left to right and he moved impossibly close to the screen.

My feelings are complete when the moon rises.

His breath graced the screen as tears welled up in his eyes again.

Please, please, please.

O Lord.

His eyes close and lips sweetly kiss yours through the screen.

He whispers to you through the screen, “When I open my eyes at last… Please save me saviour.”

Your eyes meet his as he opens them, breaking the fourth wall. You smile at him, with a lingering feeling of sadness.

“I’m just your Virtual Angel.”

[creativesnek]

Mushroom Foraging Scare

“All right guys! Today, I’m out here with Peach, looking for some tasty mushrooms for dinner.”

Luigi panned the camera stick over him, capturing Peach on the shot. As he continued to film, Peach smiled and waved at the camera, her excitement evident. The sun-dappled forest provided a picturesque backdrop for their mushroom hunting adventure.

"Let's see if we can find some of those delectable chanterelles," Luigi said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. He adjusted his hat and led the way deeper into the woods, with Peach following closely behind.

As they ventured further into the forest, the air became cooler and filled with earthy scents. The ground was covered in a thick carpet of fallen leaves, making each step slightly crunchy under their feet. Luigi's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any signs of mushroom patches. As they did so, the man thanked the donations and let the comments flow.

The forest is so pretty 😍

New area unlocked

Damn, the dark web theory to mushroom foraging pipeline is REAL

Weeg looks so adorable and excited

Protecc this man at all cost

*SuperBro has donated 1500 bits! I will never understand y u like mushrooms so much🤢*

Luigi smirked at his brother’s words. Mario has always hated mushrooms, even when they were little. If Mama cooked with them, he’d pick them off his plate and give them to Luigi. To this day he finds it ironic, considering Peach is a Toad person. One can see it on the white freckles and reddish cheek that she bloomed from the royal mycelium. In the end, Mario ended up falling for the thing he disliked most and Luigi will never let him live it down. 

They continued onwards, stopping every now and then to look over a dead log before moving on. Luigi and Peach were taking their time, enjoying the outdoors and summer breeze. As they ventured deeper into the forest, Luigi and Peach marveled at the vibrant hues of green that surrounded them. 

So peaceful…

Do y’all have a club or smth I can join? Kinda wanna get into this🤔

Isn’t this… cannibalism for Peach?

“Peach, you got a question,” said Luigi.

“What?”

Luigi stopped for a moment. “Someone asked if this is cannibalism for you.”

Peach threw her head back and laughed. The question has popped up several times, and honestly it doesn’t bother her. Newcomers are a common occurrence during streams; plus, it was an opportunity to educate people on Toadfolk culture and physiology. Peach jumped over a log, “No, this isn’t cannibalism for me,” she replied with a giggle. “Toads are born from a special and totally different form of mycelium, which is why we’re sentient. Mushrooms, on the other hand, don’t come from this and therefore aren’t sentient or anywhere near close to being my species.”

Luigi adjusted his camera. “Well, Peachie here is born from an even more special mycelium, which is why she looks more like me than normal Toads.”

Ohh ok

Peach just *spawns into existence* 🧍🏽‍♀️

Guys, king oysters 3 o’clock

The green-wearing man’s eyes widened. “King oysters?”

“Where?!”

Luigi looked around, looking for the mushroom patch that the comment mentioned. And lo and behold, there it was to his right. Giggling like school children, the two ran towards it.

THERE THEY GOOO

Freaking dorks, i luv them

Damn they really want those shrooms😂

The two made it to the patch, then dropped to their knees. Luigi angled the camera, making sure he had a proper shot of the beautiful fungi.

Pat the cap

i wanna poke it

By law, Luigi must pat the cap.

*Tao Coffee ☕donated 1000 bits! give pats to the mushroom pls*

“Hold on, lemme double check that they’re safe,” said Peach.

She laid on her stomach, inspecting the fungi before standing up and nodding. Luigi lifted his free hand and proceeded to give the requested pats to the king oyster mushrooms. Cheers and happy emoticons flooded the chat. Luigi set his camera stick down, angled towards them as they started digging some out. 

“Oh wow, these are big mushrooms,” he commented.

Peach slowly dug one out and lifted it to the air. “Look at this one! It’s bigger than my hand!”

The two talked back and forth as they collected the mushrooms, exclaiming their excitement.

Still don’t know how tf I got here…

Take a bite out of it

I wanna bite it

Luigi looked at his phone. “I highly recommend not eating raw mushrooms, especially freshly picked ones.”

Peach gasped. “Ohh, how are you going to cook them?”

“I was thinking of sauteeing them and then eating them with rice,” he replied.

The two started suggesting recipes (with the Chat drooling over the suggestion) but were suddenly interrupted by the sound of thunder. They looked up and gasped; the once sunny sky had suddenly turned dark. Luigi dropped the king oysters into a bag, then put them in his backpack. Peach frowned, “That storm’s coming in pretty quickly,” he said.

Luigi nodded in understanding and looked around. In the distance, he noticed an old building, covered in vines and shrubbery. It looked sketchy but it’ll have to do, the storm was rolling in quickly. He grabbed his stuff and made a beeline towards it; Peach followed closely behind. The rain started pouring behind them. 

As they approached the dilapidated building, Luigi could feel a sense of unease creeping up his spine. The creaking sound of the rusty gate swinging in the wind added to the eerie atmosphere surrounding them. Despite his reservations, he knew they had no other choice but to seek shelter within its mysterious walls.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a musty smell filled their nostrils, and their eyes adjusted to the dimly lit interior. The room was cluttered with broken furniture and covered in layers of dust, as if it had been abandoned for years.

Sketchy af 🫤

Watch for glass or used needles u guys

Get out. Get outta there. 

Hell no, I’d rather stay out in the rain

*SuperBro donated 25 bits! Lu, Peach, keep an eye out.*

Heeding his brother’s and the chat’s words, they found a clean spot to sit and just wait. Bowser would be here soon to pick them up; he most likely noticed the clouds and is already on his way here. Luigi sighed, “Hey, at least we got our haul, right?” he said, trying to sooth the tension. Peach nodded.

An hour passed by. They tried to distract themselves by enjoying the sound of music or answering donation questions. Peach fiddled with her pocket knife, nervously looking around. Suddenly they heard glass breaking. Luigi's eyes widened in fear, his hand instinctively flying to cover his mouth to stifle any noise that might escape.

The group exchanged worried glances, their previous distractions forgotten in an instant. Peach's grip tightened around her pocket knife, her knuckles turning white as she prepared herself for whatever might come next. They had hoped for a peaceful evening, but it seemed fate had other plans.

Then they heard the horrible growl.

RUN

FUCKING RUN

Omg do we call 911???!

dis so fake ong

^^ stfu. 😡

Hey there demons, it’s me ya boi

The duo shot up to their feet and booked it towards an exit, leaving the camera behind. They leaped over debris, screaming.

Someone call King!

King!

He better come get his man

*King donated 1 bit! I’M OUTSIDE!*

They could see headlights from another exit. Peach and Luigi ran out into the rain. A large truck pulled closer. Both recognized it as Bowser’s standard vehicle. Without skipping a beat, they headed towards it as it meant safety. As Peach and Luigi dashed through the pouring rain, their hearts pounded with a mix of fear and determination.

Luigi headed towards the side and frantically got inside, wiping away wet hair from his face. Bowser picked him up by the scruff and pulled him inside further. Peach climbed inside, collapsing across the seats. There was silence except for their pants and the truck’s engine for a few seconds. Bowser touched his face, “Are you okay?!” 

“I-I’m okay…”

The concerned Koopa turned to look at the backseats. “Peaches, you good?!”

Peach gave him a weak thumbs-up. Bowser sighed and squeezed his boyfriend’s hand tightly. They took a moment to gather themselves. Peach slowly sat up and moved her ponytail over her shoulder, nervously running her hands through it. Luigi sighed and put his backpack on his lap. Then he froze. 

“I left my phone behind.”

Bowser stared straight ahead. Then took off his seatbelt. Luigi went to grab his arm but he got out before he could even touch him. He slammed the door close behind him, “Stay here.”

Peach and Luigi’s protests fell on deaf ears as the large koopa marched inside, smoke trails leaving his nostrils. They watched nervously as the minutes ticked by, fearful of what would happen next. Luigi knew Bowser was fully capable of defending himself, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry. 

They both jumped and screamed when the car door opened suddenly.

Bowser took his seat, getting comfortable on the custom-made seat fit for his shell. He handed Luigi the camera stick, which he had kept dry. Luigi took it, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. Also, it wasn’t some random crackhead or anything like that; just a bunch of asshole Boos playing pranks.”

The two sighed in relief. Luigi lifted the phone, trying to give the audience a reassuring smile.

He’s alive!

He lives!

Damn, Bowser lookin’ fine in the rain 👀🫦

Weeg, how could u cheatin on King? Disappointed 🙁

Bowser is King, dumbass.😑

The chat continued their expressions of relief (and the occasional bickering) as Luigi stayed on screen. Bowser wiped his hair back, then started the truck again. He also turned on the heater, “Let’s go home before you two catch a cold.”

Luigi smiled at him, “It’s my turn to make dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bowser replied.

[cod-dump]

Price invites the boys to his place for the easter hunt. He hid eggs but also beer. Like- a six pack of beer bottles, hidden in the most absurd places.

They weren’t aware of the alcohol. They were just pointed towards the woods and was told “happy hunting”. Price said if they hit the property line they went too far. Then he left them be. They were just looking for eggs in the beginning.

They were colorful. Some weren’t really hidden while others Price definitely had fun hiding. It was Gaz who found the first beer. He picked it up, confused, and turned to look at Soap who was nearby.

“I found beer.”

Soap’s face lit up instantly, “I LOVE THAT OLD MAN!”

The two instantly started to search harder, more focused on finding the beer than the eggs. An hour would pass before they stumble back to house, drunk and giggling. Price seen this and sighed.

“I knew that I left too much out there…”

Soap hugged Price, “I love yooouuuuu~~”

“Yea, yea-“

Gaz, who was a tiny bit less drunk than Soap, looks around before looking back at Price.

“Where’s Spooky?”

“He’s not with you?”

Gaz blinks before turning back to the woods, “No-? Shit, did we ditch him?”

Soap laughs, “He’ll be fine! He’s the biggest, strongest, prettiest— What was I saying?”

Price rolls his eyes before pushing Soap towards the house, “Go inside. I’ll keep an eye out for Ghost.”

Gaz trudges past, Price patting his shoulder as he goes. Once they’re both inside Price sits on the deck stairs and waits. And he waits. And waits… At least an hour and a half pass and Price is officially worried. So he gets up and goes to the house. The boys were laying on the living room floor, eating their candy while watching TV. Soap appeared to be in a candy coma on top of being drunk so he didn’t even move when Price spoke.

“I’m heading out to look for Ghost. You two stay here.”

Gaz sits up, “He still hasn’t come back?”

“No. But I’m sure he’s fine wherever he is. If I’m not back in an hour, then you can start worrying.”

Price knew these woods like the back of his hand so he was confident he would find Ghost quickly. He first checked all the areas that he knows he hid the eggs and beer. When he didn’t see any trace of Ghost he frowns and starts moving deeper in the woods.

“Simon?!” Price called out in hopes of the man answered back.

What he got was a weird sound that made chills go down his spine. Price froze in place and turned towards it. The sound came from the creek. Price made his way over. The creek was alive, the water flowing gently. Price stood on top of the bank, looking around before looking down. Seeing Ghost curled up like that scared him.

“Simon!”

Price jumps down and startles Ghost, who was probably more shit faced than Soap. His mask was gone, his eyes red, and he looked very tired. He sees Price and just lunges forward and latches onto him. Price wheezes as they fall into the soil.

There was a reason why Ghost didn’t really drink around the others. Though it didn’t happen every time, Ghost still didn’t want to risk the others seeing him like this. He was a very sad drunk, just gets quiet and teary eyed. Price was hoping that the joyous holiday would make sure he didn’t get upset but that didn’t work.

“Hey! We were worried!”

Ghost has his face buried in Price’s chest, “They left me.”

“Oh, no they didn’t! They just gotten separated from you, is all.”

Ghost let’s out a shaky breath, Price rubbing his shoulders as he helps him sit up. Ghost was frowning in a almost cartoony manner. Price sighs before standing, offering a hand to Ghost.

“Come on, son. Let’s go back to the house.”

Ghost’s cartoon frown deepened and Price braced himself as the man climbed onto his feet rather quickly. He’s pulled into a bone-crushing hug, the wind almost squeezed out of him. He pats Ghost’s back before wheezing.

“Simon—“

Ghost let’s go, blinking, “Fuck sorry!”

Price rubs his ribs, “It’s okay! Let’s get your bag.”

Ghost was quiet on the way back, Price not bothering to bring up his missing mask. It’s not like the man didn’t have several spares laying around. They walk into the house and Gaz is passed put along with Soap. Price smiles softly before herding Ghost into the living room.

Who would’ve thought he would have three grown sons before the age of forty?

[michelleelizabethtanner]

When do you think Rio realized he was scared of losing Beth? & How do you think those feelings changed over the four seasons?

Hi Anon! TY for the ask. Sorry for sitting on it a bit.

It’s such an interesting ask. Because I think that the outcome of season 4 could be interpreted in a lot of different ways. Although, okay… that sad moment with the bourbon and his glistening little eyes as he leaned on the bar, and then told his bartender to pour it out. Or the “you think you’d have her?” moment. It certainly implies that he’s pining pretty hard, and is almost mourning the loss of her before she’s even really gone. Season 4 really tried to play into our little shipper hearts. So okay. While it can be interpreted in many different ways, (including a lot of his sadness being attributed to Nick’s betrayal rather than the loss of Beth), I’m in a romantic mood so I’m choosing to believe that it was all about Beth.

I don’t think he was afraid to lose her in the first two seasons. He was even gonna let her go. Several times! She was the one who kept bringing him back. At least in his own warped mind. The search function doesn’t work for me anymore so I can’t find my old posts, but he was going to let her go after he tested her with the truck. She forced him back by getting him arrested. Then he was gonna let her go in 2.04. She forced him back by giving his money to her loser husband and falling back into the basic bitch lifestyle instead of making something of herself. I think he genuinely believed he would let her go both those times. And that him staying was justified by her disrespect.

Season 3 gets interesting because he holds on to her as a form of punishment for them both. For her for all her sins, and for himself for being unable to handle her appropriately despite them. I think this is when he really realizes how compulsive this entanglement has gotten for him. He doesn’t understand the reasons, but he hates it. And he hates himself. A man like him, who prides himself on discipline and personal ethics, not being able to adhere to his own personal code…. Shameful! It’s probably why he killed Lucy the way he did. He wanted to hurt Beth, to prove to himself he could be hard, prove to her he didn’t care. Except he did care and he didn’t feel better after. He felt worse. Her tears hurt. Her pain hurt. His own persistent caring about her despite hating her huuuurt. And he knew he was fucked. He could never let her go now.

So season 4 he leaned into it. He pursued her like an equal. Made her his banker. “He trusts you.” Showed her his humanity. Reminded her who they once were to each other, despite the denial. And still she betrayed him. “I just thought that things were different now.” “You just didn’t choose me.” Idk if he was afraid of losing her. I think it maybe was that he was afraid of never actually having her and never getting over her. Never getting over his weakness. Through the whole season he continues the push and pull. Pull her in, then fuck with her again. Be vulnerable with her, then shut down again. He’s never able to allow himself to just let her choose him. He’s constantly sabotaging it despite wanting her validation and attention so badly. Because he never believed he would actually have her. Not in a way that wasn’t against her will. Not in a way she would ever admit to herself.

It took Nick getting sooo close to successfully manipulating her for Rio to decide to drop the pretense. I think one thing that always bothered Rio about Beth is her unwillingness to get out from under a man. (Not himself, of course. Haha! Because Rio is a giver. He wants to see his princess happy and grateful to him.) But like she wouldn’t leave Dean despite Rio giving her a locker full of cash. How she refused to allow Dean to take the fall for her despite it being the answer that made the most sense. How she jumped straight to doing what Nick said. I think it drove Rio insane that he kept having to watch it. (Despite the fact that it was a self-inflected torture. He’s such a masochist lmao.) It probably felt a lot like disrespect of all he’d done for her. So he changed his tactic. Instead of being an antagonist in her life, he became her open champion. To show her he was capable of seeing her in a way the rest of them don’t. Of supporting her independence in a way no one else ever had. Idk if it was even to specifically keep her. Because he never actually had her. It was to set a truce. To give her what she was looking for so he could stop torturing himself with her. Releasing her. And in doing that he left her room to actually organically choose him. I just wish we would have gotten to see her do it. 🥲

[ablincoln666]

A Light in the Darkness

Part 4

Annabelle grinned at Aziraphale. She looked him up and down before standing up and being pushed back down by Michael. Aziraphale pushed her away from Annabelle before looking Annabelle in the eyes. “What are you dear?” Aziraphale asked, glancing at her face quickly before drifting back to his chair. 

“Hmm, what am I?” Annabelle sarcasm contemplated “I’m the asshole you had your angels drag from my band class, and the one they decided to shoot with arrows in front of 4 dozen middle school kids. That’s who!” Aziraphale glared at Annabelle before turning his attention to Michael and Uriel. “You and me should talk, Aziraphale. We need to bring our attention to the elephant in the god forsaken room. And without these idiots, if you wouldn’t mind.” Annabelle said, flicking a finger at the gasping angels as they tooken her words and her use of the lord's name.

“It's the Supreme Archangel to you brat!” Uriel said before having Aziraphale stiffen and forced her and Michael out. Annabelle smirked at the angels as they left furious. 

“Dear I understand that you might be scared and all but please remain calm and explain to me what you were doing with a miracle in a public place. And if you wouldn’t mind maybe stating your name.” Aziraphale sat at his chair and waited for Annabelle to sit but she just stood there frowning as she stared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, she climbed in the chair, but stood up in the chair and sat on the back of the chair instead. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as he thought of someone that he once knew that would have copied the child.  

“Annabelle, my name is Annabelle Griffin. Happy?” 

“Most certainly, my dear.” 

“Now for the problem and the solution I'm guessing?”

“What problem……” Aziraphale dragged on the silence as he searched through the catalogs of angels. Not finding a single Annabelle Griffin or even an angel that looks like the child sitting in front of him. “You aren't in my files dear. Are you even an angel?” 

“Yes and no……I guess but really I don’t really know how to explain it other than just showing you, but not here.” Annabelle jumped off the chair and pulled the hairs out of the way of her tinted glass. She didn’t even realize them until now knowing that her identity was still safe towards Aziraphale, but those angels knew what her eyes looked like. That will come back to bite her in the ass but for now there is no need to worry when she still has to worry about what she might do next. 

“Aziraphale we need to leave now. Or I won't make it back to earth alive with Metatron around. We need to get to your bookshop now. Aziraphale we have to go!” Annabelle pleaded from the door of Aziraphale’s office. 

“Oh dear, I can’t just leave. I have duties to uphold here and I..I can’t go back there is someone I don’t think wants to see me ever again.” Aziraphale looked down at his shoes before standing up and walking towards Annabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder and directing her to the chair. 

“I’M GOING TO DIE YOU IDIOT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, SO GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET US BACK TO EARTH!!” Annabelle yelled at his face. “You can’t sit around when the world is going to end over me, and you and a friend of mine are the only ones that can help me stop it. And this friend happens to be in Soho, London so let’s go before the world turns to goo!” Annabelle waved her hands around, gesturing to Aziraphale that the world is going to end but all he did was stare at her. Almost like he was trying to look through her tinted glasses to her eyes. “AZIRAPHALE!!” Annabelle yelled to get his attention.

“Dear I really can’t, I have to stay here.” Aziraphale said again, trying to make a point but getting nowhere. 

“Just come for a bit, okay? And at least meet my friend and then I can show you what you really do need to see.”

“(sigh) Okay dear, I will come but only to meet your friend and for you to show me this important thing of yours, okay?” Aziraphale said not knowing what he was getting himself into. 

“Great!” Annabelle said as she gripped his wrist and walked him out of his office and towards the elevator to Earth. She grinned as passing a couple of angels before entering the elevator with Aziraphale and pressing the Earth button. The elevator rang and the floor began to move down. Once they reached Earth the door rang and the two of them popped out in Soho, London right across from the bookshop. Annabelle grinned even more when she saw the Bentley parked outside and movement within it.

Part 5 coming soon.....

[avenirdelight]

His Little Secret

Marcus Rashford

They’re keeping their relationship private, so they can’t show affection in public. Marcus makes sure he shows it when they have the chance to be alone, and apologises for something he’s done wrong.

For the amazing and lovely Miss @rashys 🤍

Marcus just wouldn’t let go of her, he hugged her tight for so long. To say that she was nervous was an understatement. The longer Marcus hugged her, the more nervous she was getting. She loved being in his embrace, she really did, but it was just the fact that he was hugging her not quite in a private place.

The players had been granted family time after their recovery session today. They’d gotten a big win yesterday against Wales, so spending some time with their loved ones was like a cherry on top. Some of them had chosen to go out and explore the area a little bit, some had chosen to stay at a villa near the hotel that had been arranged for them for the day.

Coady and his kids were taking a swim at the pool, Kalvin and his girlfriend were sitting and talking by the pool, Mason was playing with his nieces. Some of the lads and their families were hanging out on the porch. Marcus? He had taken her inside where nobody was there and given her the biggest hug he’d ever given her.

They hugged in silence. Marcus was slightly rocking her side to side, and she was getting confused because Marcus had barely said anything to her since she’d arrived. At first she was worried about getting caught, but now she was more worried about Marcus’ weird behaviour.

“You okay?” She finally decided to ask.

Her heart raced when she felt his deep chuckle rumbling on his chest. He caressed her back before finally loosening his arms, and she took the chance to search for his face. She felt a little bit of relief when she found the subtle smile on his face.

“I’m okay. I’m just happy about my performance yesterday and…” Marcus rested his hands on her waist, keeping her close to him. “I’m very happy to see you, really.”

“I’m very happy to see you too.” A smile grew on her face too. Memories from last night flashed on her mind and she still could still feel the thrill, and how her excitement had gone through the roof when Marcus scored. “It might be silly of me to say that I’m proud of you, since I haven’t been here for long, but I am really proud of you, Marcus. It’s always been amazing to see you play, but seeing you score goals at the world cup… It’s something else.”

“Nah, it’s not silly at all.” Marcus shook his head. “You’ve been supporting me and that's all that matters. Hey– Thank you for flying out here, it really means a lot.”

“I’d be so mad at myself if I hadn’t gone here. If I knew I had missed the chance to see those beautiful goals right where it happened, I’d be furious.”

Marcus let out another chuckle and it only made her smile grow wider. “You’ve made the right decision,” he said, and she nodded. “Did you see the celebration I did for you last night? The little flying kiss?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, more of a surprise than a confusion. “Oh, that was for me?”

“Of course that was for you!”

She giggled and felt her cheeks getting warmer. She could remember vividly how the lads huddled together in front of the family stand, celebrating Marcus’ second goal. And before Marcus had gone back in position to resume the game, he had taken the time to find her in the stand and sent her a flying kiss. Her heart jumped but she didn’t want to be too confident thinking it was for her.

“Well, I’m honoured. Thank you,” she said.

But Marcus’ smile faltered and he let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly. “I really want to say sorry because I know I haven’t been treating you right.”

“What do you mean?” Her face fell, quite taken aback by Marcus’ words.

“Last night when we were in the stands… I didn’t even give you a hug,” Marcus started. There was a heavy tone of regret in his voice, and she could easily find the regret in his eyes too. “I was too scared that people would take pictures, well– You know I’m just trying to protect you but– I was cold and indifferent, and it just wasn’t right.”

“Marcus, it’s fine.” She slightly shook her head. “We’ve talked about this. I understand.”

They were talking it slowly, that was their deal. And they wanted to keep their relationship private for the time being, just between their closest friends and family. Marcus was a high-profile person and he himself thought that he got a lot of exposure sometimes; he knew that she could get overwhelmed by that. Giving her all the time she needed to learn about his world was the top priority right now. She was his little secret and he needed to protect her; it meant no display of affection and mostly just acting like normal friends in public. Marcus tried hard to be careful with every action he took, but it seemed like he’d gone a little bit too far.

“I could do so much better. I could protect you and be careful without hurting you,” he said. “I’d do better, I promise.”

She held Marcus’ face with her hands. She got him to have his full attention on her and gave him a reassuring smile. “Marcus, honestly, you didn’t hurt me at all, I’m completely fine. Don’t worry too much about it, okay?” Her hands went to his shoulders and caressed them. “We’re both trying to do our best, Marcus, it’s all good… I’m actually flattered that you’re still thinking about me at this time.”

“I think about you all the time.”

She let out a little giggle, drawing a little smile from Marcus. “I think about you all the time too.” She wrapped her arms around Marcus’ middle and hugged him again. “I’m glad that we have some time to spend together today.”

“Yeah… I’ve really missed you.”

They both fell silent. Marcus was taking the moment to put a kiss on top of her head, which made her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t stop herself from wishing to kiss him right here right now.

“I want to introduce you to my teammates,” he said after a moment. “Would you like that?”

She loosened her arms and looked for his face. With lit up eyes, she met his gaze and she nodded her head. “Of course. I’d be so honoured.” She was honestly getting excited. “Can you introduce me to Kalvin Phillips? His girlfriend was such a sweetheart to me yesterday…”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiled. “But before that…”

Marcus cupped her hand with his hand and leaned in. He pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her and she felt her stomach flip. She held on for dear life onto his jumper, because her knees weakened from the sweet kiss and she was worried that she might lose her balance. At some point she stopped thinking at all and kissed him back.

They both were all smiles when they pulled away. This was the first time for her to be away from him for so long, so this kiss definitely felt different, and by the gaze in his eyes she could tell that he felt it too.

Marcus gave her a last peck on her lips before he grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head. It wasn’t the first time she was going to be introduced as Marcus' girlfriend, but even the idea still sounded crazy to her sometimes. But she held Marcus’ hand tight and put on her best smile, feeling nervousness and excitement building inside her as they walked back outside.

—

pretty sure i wrote this just after that england vs wales game but i had requests to do back then so i needed to push this one aside😵 can’t help but to be happy seeing marcus doing good right now🥺

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[herarcadewasteland]

Danger Lurks

A/N: There's a significant lack (pretty much none) of Teddy Lobo x Reader from 2023 Renfield and since I'm fulfilling my own Renfield x Reader fics, I'm doing this for those hoomans who also wanted this but couldn't find it. (Such a good movie btw I've seen it like 4 times now) Nine google doc pages of this shit-

-Teddy Lobo x Reader

-Mentions of drugs, violence and the likes. Swearing. You're old enough to know what you can handle. This is your warning :) (also sui*ide :/.... it turned darker- sorry if you're triggered. this is your warning again)

TW TW TW TW TW TW TW

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Teddy Lobo. Yeah. Him. Your boyfriend. The one currently ranting about some guy who killed a bunch of his men in Mulates the previous night. A sigh left you as you sat and listened patiently. It wasn’t like you had meant to get involved with a crime family. It just… happened. On a Thursday. A couple years back. It wasn’t worth the mental effort to think on how you had met with each detail in place. So you settled for the simple thought of it all. You were working. He walked in, you smiled at him while everyone looked away. You kept eye contact.

You didn’t look scared, and you didn't know who he was. He took you out a couple times, wined and dined you. Took you places. Treated you right. And then after mind-blowing sex, you met his mother at the breakfast table as she plotted with her son on the next drug deal. There was no out at that point. Plus, Teddy was quite a nice guy… past the killing and cocaine and stuff. So, you stayed. Which landed you here as he continued in disbelief at what had happened to a good number of his men. It wasn’t easy to believe what he told you he saw, but you had to at least try to believe. 

It was a lot easier when he walked up to your chair and landed a kiss on your lips with a pleading expression,

“You have to fucking believe me, Y/N. We’re looking for the fucker right now and when we get him, you’re coming. It’s time you get out there with me. You’ve been staying behind with mother for too long. I’m better with you at my side. You know this, lovely.”

You sighed again and nodded, hands brushing over the stubble on his jaw, 

“I know, Teddy. I’m just worried. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Or anyone else. It’s just not my  thing.”

He sighs in return and pulls you from your chair into a bear hug, his deep breathing calming you against his chest as you snuggled in. His hands stroked over your hair and you hummed while he let out a short chuckle at how cute you were. 

“We’ll have the info by morning. I’ll wake you up an hour before we’re ready to go. There won't be many of us. I’ll keep you safe, lovely.”, his lips pressed against your head and you smiled into his chest, “Now go get some rest. I want you not to be groggy when we go get this dickhead. You’ll need to be alert.”

“Ok. Goodnight Teddy.”

“Goodnight lovely.”

He spun you out of his arms towards the stairs. You giggled and walked up them to the left towards your now shared room with Teddy. You could feel his gaze on you as you walked above him past the railings blocking the fairly large fall. Looking back at him, you smiled. He smiled back with love in his gaze. You felt it too. The love. You loved him. Unfortunately for you, Teddy felt a nagging in the back of his head about the upcoming events. And he didn’t like it one bit. 

—--

The next morning you woke to an empty bed. It was normal, but it felt wrong today. The day just felt wrong. It made your eyes water as Teddy walked into the room looking down at a tablet as he grabbed a suit jacket from the closet. 

“Teddy?”

He visibly jumped at your voice, his eyes searching you out immediately and noting the tears in your eyes. His panic was next. He hated it when you cried. All he wanted was for you to be happy around him and for you to be crying so openly, it was new. Off putting even. Especially for Teddy.

“Love? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Tell me what’s wrong.”

He rushed to the bed and held your trembling hands in his steady large ones as you looked at him sadly. Just shaking your head, you took your hands from his as he scanned you constantly for any visible wound. 

“N-No I’m…”, your voice cracked and you took a steadying breath, holding Teddy’s hands again to calm him as well as yourself, “I’m okay. Just… today feels wrong. Maybe it’s just one of those days but something feels different and I’m scared. What if the feeling is right, Teddy? I don’t want anything to happen to you… to us… to anyone.”

His grip tightened on your hands as you spoke, his eyes softening further as he watched the tears make a path down your flushed face. You sighed shakily and watched him watch you. It was simple. But it calms you down enough to take a deep breath, loosen your hold on his poor hands and kiss him gently. The kiss was… as it always is, wonderful. His lips cushioned yours in the best way that you never thought possible before kissing Teddy Lobo. It took over the fear as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a small groan leaving him as you parted from the kiss. 

“No no, come back. You should stay with me like that forever.”, he falls back onto the bed dramatically, his hand on his forehead as you giggle. “It’s heaven on earth. You can’t take that from me!”

You laugh loudly as you crawl on top of him, his hands resting on your hips as you place kisses around his face, “We have somewhere to be, don’t we? Maybe later, pony boy.”

You wheeze at the confused and nearly offended look on his face as you scramble from the bed, gathering your most Lobo coded outfit from the closet to rush into the ensuite bathroom and change before Teddy could fully recover and get you back with many, many tickles. His huffs reached your ears from the other side of the door as you tugged on the red leather jacket you had gotten for your birthday from Teddy a year back when he first asked you to go public with him. Properly. 

Finishing the outfit with a spray of your favourite perfume, you step back into the bedroom to see Teddy waiting for you on the bed, his eyes trained on you immediately. A whistle filled the room as he clapped you into the room, his applause guiding your steps subconsciously. Placing your hands on his shoulders when you reached him, you played with hair at the nape of his neck, his smirk making you smile shyly as he looked you up and down a few times. 

“Bout fucking time I see you wear this for me. Let’s make it count, lovely. Mother sent word for us to head down. The boys are ready. We have his location.”

You nodded with a sigh and pecked his lips, stepping towards the door and shaking off your hands. You were nervous. Sure you felt a little better but that feeling, that bad one, was still present and somehow got stronger as you loaded into the van with Teddy and a few of the Lobo troops. The drive was longer than you thought but also shorter than a trip to the costco somehow. You forgot to question it all as you pulled up to the very clearly abandoned hospital, pieces of the roof hanging off, boarded windows, broken windows, graffiti. It all screamed sketchy and abandoned. But Teddy was determined. So when he saw your hesitance standing in front of the tall building, he sighed and pulled you into his side with a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Just stay close. I’ve got you.”

You nodded not trusting your voice the moment you stepped into the building. The air was suffocating. Heavy. Musty. Definitely smelled like a place many people died in. That feeling you had increased ten-fold as you continued down the falling hallway, the roof and pipes clanging together and causing a few of the men to hit their heads on the way. Off-handed comments were made along the walk to find something, anything that indicated life, that the place must be haunted. The men made the typical ghost noises as they walked before stopping abruptly in what you assumed to be the reception or waiting room. It was open, large. Echoey. And you hated it more than the man who thought it would be funny to scare you into Teddy’s strong arms. You stayed away from that man for the rest of the walk. But now, standing in the entryway with Teddy as he spewed profanities, you wanted all the knowledge you were surrounded by capable people. 

Glancing around and purposefully avoiding the hundreds of suspended blood bags, you counted each of the men with growing relief that there was no one else. You looked up at Teddy with worried eyes, his own angry ones softening at your fear. HIs large hand rubbed comforting circles into your back as he led you forward to search for this Renfield guy. He called out to his men once you reached a very rank smelling room, the flies making you cringe away from the room while Teddy looked inside.

“Ronnie, call my fucking mom. RIGHT NOW.”

His voice echoed as he shielded your eyes, walking back into the open space, his mom’s voice sounding from a discarded phone that you couldn’t see until Teddy dropped his hand from your eyes to pick it up and freak out. You glanced around again, the feeling back in stronger waves as Teddy grabbed your hand again, your own trembling in his grasp as he talked with his mom before a whooshing met your ears and you both glanced around in panic. 

“Teddy- I don’t like this… Let’s just go.”, your frantic eyes met his and he frowned at the pure fear in your eyes before he glanced at something over your shoulder and froze. “Please, I don’t want to be here anymore. Can we find this Renfield guy another day? Baby...?”

Your pleading fell on deaf ears as he stared over your shoulder with a rapidly paling face. You froze in turn, hearing a dark chuckle over your shoulder. Your first instinct was to step further into Teddy, his arms wrapping around you as you slowly turned in his hold to see what caused him that much fear. Meeting the eyes of the man, you gasped. His lips curled in a smile, his pointed teeth clenched together as he watched you. You let out a shaky breath and tugged at Teddy’s arms to tell him to get you the fuck out of there. Teddy being Teddy guided you closer instead, your body falling further back into his solid frame as you were now at least a foot away from the strange man in a bedazzled suit blazer. 

Teddy’s hand reached out holding his phone, pure confidence on his face until the man took the gap in security to dart a hand out with inhuman speed and grab you from Teddy’s hold, pulling you into his chest with a hand on your neck. You whimpered at his hold, eyes wide as you stared at Teddy, who waved his hands in panic, repeating “Woah” in an attempt at subduing the hold this man had on you. 

“Look, we don’t want any trouble-”

“Who are you? You were sent by the church?”, his last word was dragged out with disgust and contempt. 

“I’m a criminal! My organization is all about evil! We’re evil, okay?!”

“Why are you here?!”, the pale man growled as he jerked you back against him. 

“We’re looking for this guy! I’m tryna find this guy! He meddled in our business and killed a bunch of our guys tryna save a bunch of innocent people.”

The phone held out in front of you showed the man, Renfield. The man holding you growled and tightened his hold on your neck, your own hands grasping at his pale appendage as you gasped at the increased pressure. You didn’t move more than that, too afraid of the claw-like nails on the man's hand to move more than you already dared. Teddy watched you carefully as the man laughed maniacally. The panic in Teddy was clear as he took an almost threatening step forward.

“Do you know who I am?! Who she is?!”

 The guy holding you in a death grip tilted his head in confusion, a nearly mocking “Hmm?”, vibrating your back with his voice.

“I’m Teddy fucking Lobo and that’s my girlfriend!” 

The strange man chuckled and lifted you above him after turning you to face him, his eyes meeting your widened ones as your legs kicked in the air, the lack of ground frightening you enough to struggle in his hold despite the claws so close to your neck.

“I am Count Dracula.”, the man's smile was back as he somehow lifted you higher, your face turning slightly red as you shook your head. 

“You win!”, Teddy shouted as he watched you turn your head to look down at him, the desperation in his eyes so clear to you as the man who claimed he was Dracula brought you down enough to make eye contact with you directly.

“He is my servant.”, Dracula growled as you trembled in his hand, lips parted to take in more air than you could through your nose. Dracula’s eyes focused on the phone again, Teddy’s other hand shaking by his side.

“He doesn’t seem to be serving you very well.”, Teddy chuckled hesitantly as you glared back at him the best you could. 

Dracula’s clawed hand set you on the ground, your back to his chest in a split second as Teddy stepped forward again. Your hands shook as you gripped the arm around your neck again, Dracula’s maniacal, almost hysterical laugh filling your head as you stared down Teddy with a mounting anger. The man's free hand shot out to grab the phone, the looped video of Renfield being stopped as the phone was crushed in his hand like it was nothing more than a piece of paper. You winced, pushing yourself against Dracula in fear before you realized and tried to move forwards, out of his harsh hold. Your attempt failed as Dracula grabbed you again and held you still against him forcefully, your forearm exposed as he twisted your arm around under his hold to drag a claw down the vein. You whimpered and shook, Teddy panicking further and reaching out to you with his shaking hands. 

“Wait, no, no, no, no!”

“This crime family of yours, would it enjoy witnessing the beheading of it’s enemies and the impalement of all who oppose it?”, Dracula's claw traced up and down the vein in your arm, your hand shaking violently at the base of it. 

One cut into it lengthwise and you would bleed out in 2 hours max. A horizontal cut would take multiple and even deeper ones, he would have to cut your vein clean in half to get you dead in that same time frame. It was still a frightening situation, having experienced his strength. The blood around his mouth and dripping down his chin didn’t help your fear. 

“That's like- that’s like our w-whole thing, man.”, Teddy’s voice trembled as he tried to get you free from the man's hold without causing a fight or pain to you.  

“And can the family raise me soldiers?”, Draculas’ tone was curious now, his claw stilling just above your wrist.

“We can… I can make a couple calls, yeah.”, Teddy almost had a smile on his face now from the turn the whole situation took. 

“Whatever pain Renfield caused you, I will return 10, 000 fold.”, he said in a rumble, his claw returning to its original path with a small detour of your neck. “I will unleash an army of death whilst warming my skin next to mountains of burning corpses.” 

The tone of his voice turned whimsical, like he was day-dreaming of the scenario. Teddy watched in concern and growing excitement that this guy seemed to want to hurt this Renfield guy as much as the Lobo’s. 

“How does that sound to you?”, Dracula finished his speech while turning his fanged smile into your neck, his tongue tracing over your pulse point while he made eye contact with your lover. 

Teddy took a steadying breath and released it with a groaned sigh, “It sounds… like you gotta meet my mom.”

You groaned as Dracula burst out laughing a few seconds later. Teddy laughed quietly with him, his eyes focused on you the whole time while you trembled. Dracula’s pure evil laughter got louder and Teddy nearly retreated in fear as he laughed a little more openly, concern growing at the rate the laughter from the other man was. 

“Are you happy or are you gonna fuck us up?”, Teddy’s smile died as he spoke, Dracula laughing still.

His claw made a small cut on your arm as he reached out to Teddy who screamed as his laughter turned into an almost screamed laugh, Teddy’s scream turning into slight laughter as Dracula continued laughing with a hand now on your boyfriend's shoulder. You hissed at the residual sting, sliding from Dracula’s body to Teddy’s side as they laughed continuously until Dracula went stock still. His eyes were staring you down as you hid behind Teddy. You froze your tugging at Teddy’s sleeve in response, his eyes flashing with something before he ended up behind you both, hand trailing over your shoulder before he spun you and grabbed the arm he had sliced. You froze further somehow as he gazed into your eyes with an intensity while Teddy watched in disbelief as his tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick the small trail of blood from your arm. 

“Can you not do that, man? She’s still my girl. You’re scaring her.”

Dracula met Teddy’s eyes with a growl as he dropped your arm, stepping back with a new expression of politeness. Almost like he had been conveniently forgetting that you were in a relationship with the same man who screamed moments before at a hand movement. He knew what he was doing though, he had too. He seemed too self aware to not know exactly what he was doing as he eye-fucked you while you cowered into your lovers body again. 

“My apologies.”, He spoke with reverence that you could tell was a cover, but Teddy accepted it with a simple nod, leading you around the guy with a hand on your back and shoulder.

“We’ll be back in a few moments, we need to gather some more men to bring you to my mom.”

Dracula nodded and watched you go as you looked back at him one last time, hand rubbing over the small laceration he had made on your delicate skin. 

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It was days later when this Renfield guy burst through the doors, Teddy’s mom standing beside you, her son on your other side, his hands crossed over his chest. 

“Must be nice not having to be invited in.”

You blocked out the conversation from there, watching as the officer’s eyes scanned you with blatant interest, the conversation clearly shifting towards you as everyone looked your way.

“She’s merely a bystander. No harm has to come to her.”

Teddy’s voice had rung across the front room clearly, the two on the ground floor looking at you with increased interest as you shuffled behind Teddy to hide yourself from their searching gazes. Tugging at your newly acquired fiance's sleeve, you mumbled in his ear that you didn’t want to be out front with him, requesting that you go into the back with his mother. He refused, insisting that he could keep you safer while you were with him. You agreed reluctantly and grasped him by the waist as the conversation continued. You felt a pair of eyes on you the entire time but shrugged it off as a few men jumped the railing with increasing dramatics to fight this Renfield guy who now shared powers with a handful of the Lobo men. 

The fight went quickly, Teddy realizing quickly that he may be better off sitting behind the scenes with his mother. You both jogged to the door before you heard a voice calling out to you both. Officer Quincy. You shook your head as you both turned, Teddy pulling his gold pistols from his pants in a threat. Hands reaching up to pull his arms down, you stepped in front of him to stop him. Muttering at him, you sighed. He was stubborn, you knew that but for him to be this stubborn at that particular moment irked you. So you reacted. Grabbing his guns from his hands, you saw his eyes narrow at you. Before you could think on it more, you turned to the railing and leapt over the edge, running for the door as he called after you in urgency.

Nothing stopped you as you booked it for the doors, Renfield’s carnage doing nothing to stop you as you nearly made it to the door before Teddy reached you. His hands grasped your arms as you panicked, hands trembling as his golden eyes looked into your own coloured ones. Dropping the guns, you burst into tears, hiding your face in his chest as his hands rubbed up and down your back to calm you.

“Hey, hey. Look, it’ll be okay. I promise. Let’s get you upstairs to mother and we’ll see each other soon, I promise. I won’t let you get hurt.”

You sighed, wiping your tears with shaky hands as he picked you up, carrying you through everything calmly, the destruction avoiding you narrowly as Renfield downed the last man. You tapped Teddy’s shoulder frantically as you noticed his advance, the cop approaching from the opposite direction as your tapping got more panicked. Teddy noticed quickly, his hands gripping you tighter despite setting you on the ground.

Being exposed more for any attack, you stood still with your back pressed against the chest that had been pressed against yours the night before. The officer quickly approached, Teddy acting quickly and snorting the centipede that had been crawling up and down his arm without you noticing. You cringed away from the sight, Teddy’s eyes flashing gold again as he gently pushed you to the side before he lunged at the officer. That left you completely exposed. 

Renfield took advantage of the situation and pulled you into his hold like his master had done a night or so before. In a few moments, Renfield had you held on the balcony above, arm crossed over your throat as Teddy and the officer fought. It didn’t take long for Teddy to notice, his distraction enough for the officer to pull the shotgun on him and shoot him down. You gasped and fought the hold on you, your eyes stuck on your lover’s as he fell to his knees, bloodied wounds decorating his tattooed chest while you watched, unable to do anything but cry. Renfield took pity on you and let you go, your fist meeting his face before you raced past the murderer of your fiance to the man himself. 

“Teddy! No, no, no no no nonono. You can’t leave me! We were gonna be together forever…”

His pained chuckle met your ears as tears fell from your pained eyes. 

“Don’t you know who I am? I’m Teddy fucking Lobo and I’ll always be with you, lovely.”

Your head shook as you pressed frantically on his wounds, eyes scanning his face continuously as he just watched you, a single tear tracking down his face and meeting the small puddle of yours on the floor beneath him. You chuckled roughly, of course he would say that while dying. Footsteps drew your attention momentarily, the culprits sprinting to get to Dracula while you sat with the love of your life and talked him into the afterlife. You’d meet him there one day. You just hoped it would be sooner… seeing his pistols out of the corner of your eye, you nodded. You’d be with him soon. 

As you held his pistol to your head, you laughed in pain,

“Teddy fucking Lobo... I’ll see you soon, baby.”

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A/N: oh man im sorry it got dark :/ if i missed any words im so sorry but hopefully it made some sense. kinda my own take with a few direct quotes from scenes.