#and what's a god if he doesn't answer prayers made even if they don't know the name of what they're praying to?

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

Hey, just today I've decided to stop seeing my parents and siblings for an indeterminate amount of time, and to possibly even break off all contact if it has to come to that. They refuse to acknowledge me as the person i really am and I can't keep sacrificing my mental health and me up for that. Will you please pray for me? And if it's not too much to ask, do you perhaps have a bible passage to strengthen me during this time? I still want to stay close to God, because I know the way God created me was correct and good. Thank you

~Micha (they/them)

Hi Micha,

What a difficult, courageous thing you've done. I will absolutely hold you in my prayers; I pray you will find relief in having finally made the hard decision, and continue to live into flourishing.

The Bible story that comes to my mind is a strange one, only told by Mark (3:20-35):

Very early in Jesus's ministry, as he gathers followers and gains attention, his family is apparently very concerned.

Perhaps they know this path puts him in danger; or maybe they just worry about his "lifestyle" reflecting badly on them. Either way, they know they have to "take control of him;" after all, he's clearly "out of his mind" (v. 21).

So his mother and siblings hurry to a house where Jesus is teaching, but it's packed so full they can't get inside. So they send a messenger in and also call for him from outside (vv. 31-32). I can just imagine their calls: "Please honey, this isn't like you! Who influenced you to go this way?" "You're the man of the house, you can't just abandon us to hang out with queer friends and say edgy things!" "What will the neighbors say?"

But when Jesus is told his family is out there calling to him, he answers, “Who is my mother? Who are my siblings?” Looking around at those seated around him in a circle, he said, “Look, here are my mother and my brothers. Whoever does God’s will is my brother, sister, and mother.”

We know Jesus's love for his mother. I am sure he loved his whole family with the infinite depth of God. Yet he risks losing them, says hard words he know will probably hurt, because if they make him choose between them and living out God's will, he has to choose God's will.

We don't know whether he ever reconciled with his siblings; they don't appear anywhere else in the Gospels. Maybe this was their last encounter, not even face-to-face. Maybe his brothers could not abide his abnormal lifestyle and chose to cut him out of their lives.

But we do know Jesus reconciles with Mary, the mother who proclaimed divine revolution as a newly pregnant teen (Luke 1:46-55) — yet who seems to waver now, either out of fear for her son or failing to understand that what he's doing now is the revolution.

But I like to imagine when Mary hears what Jesus says about family, the implication that she is only mother to him if she continues to help him in living God's will, she immediately corrects course. She will keep supporting him, even when she doesn't fully understand.

Sure enough, Mary supports him all the way to the cross, all the way to the grave. They are present for each other, comforting each other through the worst moment of both their lives.

[Jesus even fuses his biological family and his found family together from the cross. Now that he will no longer be the "man" in Mary's life who offers her legal and social protection; and now that he won't be there to love on his Beloved, he offers John to Mary, Mary to John. "Woman, here is your son. John, here is your mother!" (John 19:25-27)

Is that queer or what?? As his final act on this side of the tomb, Jesus essentially makes his mother and lover mother-in-law and son-in-law! ...I can't not think of the AIDS crisis, where dying partners would pass their beloved's care over to surviving loved ones.]

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Jesus always prioritized chosen family over biological family. A biological relative can be part of your chosen family, but belonging to that family is no more automatic for them than for anyone else.

Jesus shows us that when family fails to support us in doing God's will — in this case, taking up the invitation to co-create yourself with God, to commit your own small rebellion against the status quo, to prophecy resurrection as embracing your queerness brings you to new life — they cease to be family in the way that matters most.

That rupture can be mended at any point, if and when those who did harm seek to make amends — and receive consent to do so. Whether or not reconciliation ever takes place, we seek out others who will celebrate us and support us in our efforts to glorify God with our lives.

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God of love, Hold Micha close in this time of loss and and changed relationships. Comfort them in the knowledge that this rupture is no fault of theirs, but caused by parents and siblings refusing to embrace all they are, and failing imagine a fuller Kin(g)dom, a vaster love, a more colorful Image of God.

Spirit of courage and wisdom, guide Micah towards those who will delight in all that they are. Help them build a family founded on love, equity, and mutual support. Wherever their journey takes them, make your unconditional love, your unwavering presence known to them.

Amen.

[heavywithplot]

any chance you'd tell us more about John and the Harvester? 👀

even as someone who doesn't have strong opinions on mpreg, i find what little we know utterly FASCINATING

oh boy, okay, so it's like

to explain the whole harvest ritual thing that's going on, it's spinning together a couple of concepts, namely that the symbolic appearance of something in ritual is important for the intended effect. kind of like how in ye olde days (like, medieval/renaissance) for nobility, it wasn't that someone had to BE a virgin, but had to maintain an APPEARANCE of one in a high stakes political marriage (see lucrez/a borg/a) (so for it to work, john has to go through something like a pregnancy, but without doing the whole nine months and a baby part because its the symbolic appearance of it that matters for this)

the ritual itself is about how food harvests are necessary for a continuation of life, so a new harvest would require new life (or something representing new life) to continue. and harvests themselves are hard work, but so is living, so its analogous, ritually, to labor and birth. bringing forth new harvest (birth) to ensure a bountiful harvest (food) for the community (life).

the harvester is an old old old god who has always been where he is and this town was sort of came to life around him. you go where the land is fertile and the food is good, right? where else would that be than where an old god of a harvest is. the problem with old gods is that after awhile, people forget the names, which is where john comes in.

john is probably the first person in about five centuries who can actually see the harvester as he looks, and not just a person who's features you forget soon after or something that looks increasingly more wrong the longer you stare. john grew up around spooky stories and folklore traditions. he knows that you don't love a god like a person, you love a god by giving them something, with offerings and devotions, so: his body for ritual, which in turn let's the harvester act like the god of the land he is (the fuckin. pumpkin/whatever idol effigies that john gives birth to, they aren't a living thing, they're like the first crops of the season, so the harvester cracks them open and spreads the seeds to the fields)

(when he's not doing ritual devotions for an old harvest god, he works at a museum and writes for the local paper. he also gets coffee with the harvester on a semi regular basis and asks him questions about forgotten centuries of history)

(for context this is all set in some middle of fucking nowhere farm land town in new england. fields for miles, baby)

uhhhh. that's the general gist of it!! there's not a lot to it, the minor details change from ritual to ritual, I just really really wanted to create a setting where I could have a character get knocked up on the regular with enough flexibility to make it weirdly poetic or spooky scary depending on my mood hsshdhfhgh

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

people be wondering why there's no appearance from hades in any of the sagas, especially the underworld saga (even if he wasn't in the odyssey itself) i have a theory!

spoilers for vengeance saga and future ithaca saga!

do you not understand how busy that poor guy/god is during odysseus' terrible, horrible, no good, bad journey home™

first he has 7 freshly made pancakes men (14 if you count the club smash noises in survive, but we'll go with 7 for this) sent by chef polyphemus, appearing one after the other.

not long after that, you have 550 very soaked (drowned) men pop through in the blink of an eye, no thanks to his younger brother, mr ruthlessness himself, poseidon.

then while he's still counting/organising the paperwork for them, a young man appears, who happens to be very drunk (talking about pig men?)

not long after that, somehow a warship filled with mortal men breaks into the underworld, ALL ALIVE, and the (king? leader? captain? he's not too sure at this point) starts singing outside his front door about becoming a monster????? but before he can sic cerberus on them, they leave on their own

finally he thinks he has a break when 6 men holding torches (are some missing limbs?!?) have now joined the party down under (granted they're all in no mood to party, they weren't expecting to become snacks for a sea monster)

and just as quick as they'd arrived, in a flash (just like the snap of lightning that took them out) 36 crispy/fried men (gods damn it zeus) appear, weapons drawn like they were about to attack someone (how does that one guy at the front swing such a big sword?)

at this point hades is wondering what the fuck is happening upstairs, because ain't no way these 600 men are all from the same fleet/island under one guy's command (turns out the captain's name is odysseus)

he thinks his prayers are answered because he has had peace for 7 years, just the normal flow of souls into the underworld- (wait whats that chanting)

suddenly those previous 600 souls are flying their way outta the underworld (he didn't know they could do that) while singing "six hundred men! (six hundred)" on repeat

they return though (thank the gods, he didn't need to go soul hunting) and once again he thinks everything will be calm

(he also found out from zeus, that their brother got his godly-ass handed to him by that MORTAL odysseus! WHO USED HIS OWN WEAPON AGAINST HIM (something to help make him laugh over spring & summer and while he waits for his beautiful persephone to return home))

he finally thinks his time with odysseus and the souls that come from him/being around him is over. when in minutes of each other, the souls of 108 men appear, all killed in gruesome ways. then they tell him that they were killed by beggar who then revealed himself as king odysseus, from trying to marry his wife and take over his kingdom (ok very understandable murder then)

at this point hades doesn't know whether he's excited for, or dreading the day he actually meets odysseus in the distant future (yes distant, i don't care about/ don't accept the telegony. let the poor man enjoy the rest of his life with his son and wife!!!)

but yeah, understandable why you don't hear from him throughout the sagas

[lustlovehart]

since reqs are still open i have a thought,,,,

scara/wanderer falling in love with reader all over again after he forgets them and everything else after the attempt of becoming god feel free to ignore those

A/n: For the sake of this request, he forgets who he is for months instead of just a day.

Summary: He’s had no name for so long, maybe his salvation is the voice that has remained in his head. Though, it seems that voice has turned to reality.

Warnings: Told from his perspective, Wanderer without his memories, but bonus is when he does get them back, Spoilers for Sumeru, Scara wants to kill Dottore, Jealousy, Kinda corny

Puppets are meant to have strings, and yet he is forced to lift his limbs on his own. Puppets have puppeteers make them do what they must yet he has to think for himself.

It makes sense, yet why is he left to walk without a purpose.

It feels like he's forgotten something from his past, yet there is no past for him to remember.

"Kuni... Have you... that isn't my... Huh...? You're just embarrassed I... pictures... Didn't hide... Okay... Think it's sweet... from you...!"

It's like his brain only had memories of some broken past he could no longer recall. Yet, he still finds some worth in the broken words that echo in his head.

"Uhm sir...? Can you please hand me that sunsettia? I have the Mora for it."

His trance is quickly dissipated as the voice in front of him is sounded. It feels familiar yet he doesn't have it saved in his brain.

"Huh...? Oh sure."

With no sure background on himself, nor any real idea of how he came to be, he's stuck working many jobs. His finger tips quickly brush against the hand in front of him, it felt like static rushed up to his chest, though he lacked a heart it felt as if there was one there.

"Thank you, I'll be taking my leave, so, have a good day." Familar...

"Sunsettias and Bulle fruit are kinda different huh? In fontaine, there's this certain candy made out of it, have you ever had it Kuni? No? I'll bring you some when I go back! You wanna come too...? Wha?! Don't act like you didn't say that! Hey don't walk away from me!"

Before he could reach out and ask for your name, you had already walked away from him. It didn't feel like the first time it had happened either.

A week later, all he could remember was that single interaction. His fingers still tingling whenever he remembered you.

It's as if he had some third sense for you, the moment you step into the bazaar his eyes quickly looked toward the direction you had cam in from.

"What is your name" his hands cling onto your wrist, even though you weren't planning to leave any time soon, almost like he felt as if he let go you would disappear once more.

"Wha...?" You're still not too caught up in what it is exactly he's asking so your don't answer, only quirking your eyebrow at him.

"Name?"

"Mine? It's [Name]...?" He quietly whispers it under his breath, like a mantra, a prayer. When he says your name again it's like it melts off his tongue.

Like you belong there on his lips.

"Am I in trouble? I promise i didn't steal anything from the stand sir!"

"What? No no, It's not that." He pauses before he speaks, a little hesitant while he thinks of his wording to dish out, how does he ask without coming off as weird? "I think... You're... You seem familiar."

"Hm? Well I do get supplies here often so maybe that's it-"

"Can we have dinner later?"

"Wait wha? Well, I mean we can, but I only know you as the vendor here, so that's kinda sudden is it not...?" He takes what you say into consideration, but only shrugs his shoulders.

"It probably is but, I wanna talk to you more." He couldn't let the opportunity slip between his fake fingers, for such a long time since he had awoken, it's like your voice had been in his head for such a long time.

No, not like... Your voice has been with him.

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Months had passed by in such a hurry, yet he still had no title to go by. He didn't have anything attached to his person, so he told you the name he remembers feint whispers of.

"Kuni...?"

He can tell in your expression the name is familiar on your tongue, but does not hold any memories in your head. He doesn’t mind though, it's nice to hear you adress him, even if if the name you speak isnt one he remembers.

It doesn't take long before occasionally meets up turned into daily hang outs. There wouldn't be a second where you two weren't attached by the hips.

The two of you sit on the highest branch of the tree located at port ormos, your head rested on his shoulders while the wind calmly brushes by the two of you.

"Kuni." He doesn’t give you an answer but you can feel his eyes bore into you.

"I have to leave next week. Something urgent came up and… My job needs me to leave sumeru for some time, i’m not sure how long though." His expression doesn’t give too much away, but when you lift your head to look at him, the slight squint in his eyes is all you need to know he’s upset by it. “Don’t give me that look, it probably isn’t gonna be for more than a month anyway so i’ll be back soon.” He turns his head away from you, presumably to hide whatever look he has splayed on his face.

“Don’t be like that, besides, it’s my birthday soon. It’ll give you time to prepare for when I get back.” He still doesn’t answer you. A sigh leaves your throat before your hand reaches up to his face, pulling it closer to your lips as a quick peck is placed on his cheek. It’s enough to stun him a bit, watching his brain short circuit in real time while a smile cracks on your mouth.

“What would you want anyway? You’re not too open about your wants.” It’s nice to know he cares. Though you don't give him a straight answer, once again deciding to mess with him.

"Who knows, maybe I want you-" it doesn't take long before a palm pushes your face mid sentence. "Wha?! I was gonna ask for food."

With the way his face is turned, you'll never notice the way his face is warmed. He's sure if he had one, his chest would be beating sporadically.

He hopes the two of you can last.

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Bonus:

It had been awhile since he had last seen you, 2 weeks maybe? At the time, when you had told him on your little date, he didn’t think much of it, he had only the memories of the clothes on his back to stick to, so he really believed it was for a simple job.

But with his memories back, he knows what your "job" truly is. Formerly, you were his assistant back in his harbinger days, but now that he is no longer the ballader, he can only seethe in silence at the thought of you being a differnt harbingers aid.

He might even go insane if he finds out you're to be working under The Doctor.

God Forbid, he finds out that man has been messing with you, he'll gladly become a god once more if that means he can protect you, or better yet, destroy him.

Instead of his hiding spot being a place to relax, he's now left with the thought of Dottore in his mind, it makes his hands curls into balls, grassblades ripping apart at how tight he's clutching his fists, he's sure if he was human there would no doubt be blood pouring out-

A sudden weight had jumped on him from behind, arms quickly tightening around him, a familar head coming into view.

"I finally found you." His eyes are right in front of your own, like your eyes are locked onto his and he can't look away from you. "I was worried, about you, ever since I had come back yesterday, you weren't at the usual spot."

Of course he wouldn't be. He had finally remembered his past sins, he no longer felt worthy enough to lay by your side.

But he still had some sense to at least protect you from the shadows.

"I just felt like changing the scenery is all."

"Hm? You've never wanted to do that before. Did something happen?"

His fingers... His fake fingers, tightly grip onto your very real arm.

"Maybe I've grown a hatred for doctors, is that not reasonable?"

"Huh...?? It's certainly random to change a spot for that reason that's for sure."

"If a certain doctor had any copies of himself, I would've loved to rip him to pieces."

"Okay future serial killer..."

He doesn't answer, maybe... Maybe it's best you don't remember his past atrocities with him.

"Perhaps you're one too [Name], who knows, maybe you're just as bad as me."

Your head leans forward, resting your chin on his shoulder while he talks.

"If that's the case, we really are meant to be huh?"

He let's a laugh escape his throat, not the usual one he lets out, filled with joy, it's filled with something more sinister, menacing? Yet it's still filled with some love for you.

"Yeah, that might be why we're together again."

"Again? Did you date a doppelganger?"

"Just sit down."

" Oh wow, that's some new attitude."

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Wanderer before he got his memories back would probably be really awkward so I tried to incorpate that. (I wrote this really sporadically, so there's probably a lot of mistakes and really rushed I'm so sorry 😔)

[dairy-farmer]

Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

[theamityelf]

(TW: Korekiyo's backstory)

Korekiyo's sister is alive when he first starts at Hope's Peak Academy.

He mentions her often: When he is allowed to ramble for long enough about something he's been studying, he will often say, "Sister will be fascinated," or "Sister will be pleased."

He speaks of her especially frequently around Angie. With Angie, he speaks of his sister with the regularity of a married man preoccupied with fears of having an affair.

Because of this (as well as her own skills at getting people to open up), Angie knows more about Korekiyo's sister than any of their classmates. Enough to be concerned, though her own experiences with misguided devotion to manipulative people keep her from acting on it. She would rather remain a friend for Korekiyo than give him a reason to pull away from the people who care about him.

When Korekiyo's sister dies, he goes to Angie first.

He cries with his head in her lap, and she strokes his hair. She talks to him a little. He doesn't say anything. Eventually, she lets the silence grow, staring out the window at the evening sky.

“Angie,” Korekiyo finally says, in a small voice.

“Hm?” Her hand stills, but then he squirms slightly, so she resumes stroking his hair. “Yes, Kiyo?”

“When you die, do you think you’ll go to the same place as Sister?”

Angie hums quietly. Truthfully, as much as she knows that she is not above sin, she can’t imagine what trajectory her life would have to take to land her in the same afterlife as Korekiyo’s sister. She says a silent prayer for forgiveness, and a prayer for the sister’s wellbeing. God will take care of her, wherever she is. “I don’t think so.”

Korekiyo sighs. It's hard to tell whether it's disappointment or relief. “Will I?”

She keeps stroking his hair. “I don’t know where you’ll go when you die. But I know that you’ve always made your sister proud, and I’m sure she’ll be proud to know you’re studying things you’re passionate about.”

“Who do you think will share the same afterlife with her?”

Can she think of such a troubled soul? 

Maybe she answers, "Angie will have to ask God about that." And, "Are you worried she'll be lonely?"

And Korekiyo shivers. Nods.

"You don't have to worry. There are lots of people for her to meet. And if she's anything like Kiyo, she'll make lots of friends."

Or maybe Angie thinks of a person, names a name, only realizing later what Korekiyo was really asking.

[lover-of-mine]

I'm not your Lady Whistledown, but the Oliver stuff started very subtly following the joint interview. I think reality hit a few of them following that. They built it up as this big springboard for the ship and when it didn't go that way the, there were no more interviews, or promo for the pair from the show, anger at Oliver started to creep in. It was subtle until Lou closed his cameo, but once they lost their direct contact with him, lots of them blamed Oliver. They believe the show forced him to shut it down. And many believe Oliver had something to do with that. It didn't help that immediately after he closed his cameo he also stopped interacting with or answering their questions on Twitter. And of course Oliver started blocking people as well. There are lots of them who are also freaking out over the SWAT stuff because he's clearly going back to that show, in some capacity, and they don't know what that will mean for his availability as far as 911 goes.

Ryan's interviews aren't helping them either. He's kind of been systematically disproving each of their arguments with every interview he does. The Men's Health interview with Oliver, I think was just what finally broke some of them. He's not going to get on board with Tommy, whether the show gives him canon Buddie or not, he clearly isn't vested in or going to vest in B/T and I think that's getting harder and harder for them to pretend away. I think it's also becoming clear that Lou's enthusiasm for it has certainly dimmed as well, for whenever reason. They're not being fed anything to sustain them anymore because all of it was coming from Lou himself and once he stopped they didn't have anything else to cling too. So being mad at Oliver is all they have left because they're never going to blame or be angry at Lou. So now Oliver, Tim and even Ryan, because lots of them think Oliver would be fine with B/T if Ryan wasn't around, are to blame for everything. Their ship was never about Oliver or Buck. Once Lou made himself available to their fawning and played along with it, all while taking their money, it became a fandom about Lou. Buck was just the character paired with the actor they were fetishizing. Hopefully they follow him out the door.

wait, they are blaming Oliver for the cameos stopping? I mean, I keep joking if it came down to it the production is gonna do what keeps Oliver happy, but to say Oliver has that kind of pull is just a lazy excuse to hate him. Lou was creating a type of publicity that didn't line up with the route they were going. That's even if Lou was told to stop, we don't know that for sure, do we? Dude can just get tired of playing it up not that he got the exposure he could get and now it has run it's course. I have a little prayer circle for him to book something else and not come back, so if he's back in swat, you will hear me cheering, but seriously, the more I learn the more wtf i am. But it does make sense that they built the thing around the shiny new actor and now can't keep up because the part of the ship that actually matters doesn't care, that adds up. I kinda wanna scream tho, Ryan's interviews are because he's promoting a movie. The dude is not getting interviews because of 911, the fact that he can't shut up about buddie doesn't change the fact that he is not there to talk about them. And since the beginning, Oliver keeps talking about Buck being bisexual outside of Buck dating Tommy, and it's crazy to watch the fantasy crumble when there was never to back it up to begin with. Honestly, I do hope that when Tommy goes he takes that part of the fandom with him, because my god....

[peachyloveswriting]

Hiya sweets! Excuse my english please. Saw you are taking requests for Ghost, Soap and Kőnig and was wondering if you could do something angst? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Idea: mission had went to shite and reader take bullet to protect one of the boys (your choice) and they got so mad about it after but once they realise that reader might die they confess?

What ever you choose to do I know will turn out great and I will love it so please take your time and have fun with it! ❤️❤️

LEFT ON READ --- (König X Reader)

SUMMARY: Just moments before this everything was fine, of course the mission just had to go sideways because life doesn't work like that. It never has, especially for people like you. Someone always dies, that's how it works.

CONTENT: major angst, blood, violence, mentioned death, open ending.

NOTES: ah yes, my gentle giant. It's up to you guys if the reader dies or not.

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Pain spasms in your shoulder as a gunshot splits the air. Calling out in pain, the gun in your hand clatters to the ground and you stumble back with your hand clutching the wound. The blood burning hot against your skin felt harsh to the freezing cold feeling in your shoulder as you slid against the wall with tears pricking your eyes.

Just moments before this everything was fine, of course the mission just had to go sideways because life doesn't work like that. It never has, especially for people like you. Someone always dies, that's how it works.

You were supposed to be successfully infiltrating one of Makarov's informative units, one that would land a big hit on his job. It was sure to leave him wounded once the mission was complete. As König had told you, this would be his easiest mission yet. Brief said there was only twenty people in the unit during the planned time if attack but someone miscounted. Now as you sit against a wall in pain, you can't help but feel scared. Through your short time in the military you've had a lucky experience, no serious injuries up until now. With a bullet resting right above your chest, all you can do is cry. Through your teary eyes the silhouette of your teammate, König, can be seen taking people down left and right. It seems he hasn't noticed you gone yet.

Letting your eyes close you secretly begin to hope that he doesn't see you, no matter how close you are to him. Even though you yearned so badly to call his name one last time before he made it out unscathed, you didn't. It was evident that the bullet didn't pierce your heart but it came damn close, that was high risk enough. At least high enough for you to go ahead and let go of the breath you held while thinking of him. Letting your eyes flutter back open you see the last man standing fall to his knees by König's hands. Inside you know that if this killing machine turned around and saw you wounded now the mission would be out as risk. For such a dangerous man, he was timid. He shouldn't see you like this, he couldn't, he would be devastated.

Your last prayers don't seem to be answered and you can feel your heart sink at the sight of his worried eyes. "Liebe!" It's a word in his native language, one you still don't understand. He's never thought to tell you why he calls you that. His footsteps are dangerously loud as he runs to your side. Seeing the blood pouring over your hand he panics, König actually panics. To suddenly see blood from you for the first time makes his stomach churn unevenly. "Gods! What happened?" Grabbing your hand he removes it from the wound to take a better look.

Watching König look you over in worry, you can't respond, instead you look over his shoulder into the corpse covered floor beyond. Shaky whimpers leave your lips, it's hard to stay contained. Looking from the corpses to him, pain fills your soul. Panic rests in those dark eyes of his as he picks up his gun in one hand and scoops you up with his other. Hoisting you to your feet with an arm under your unharmed shoulder he limps you out of the base. The call outs on comms and the passing by of his out team are completely ignored by the giant as he moves you from the area.

It was for him, what you did. If you'd have not pulled the attention to you he would have been struck from behind. Thankfully he got to them before they got to him, only after you were shot. That was insignificant at this point, all you could think about was him. "You're okay?" You ask in a sob. Surprised, König looks at you with wide eyes, hit teeth tugging at his lips underneath the mask. Setting you down outside he kneels in front of you, his giant frames blocks anyone from being you there. For the first time in a while, König does something unexpected, he lifts up his mask. Clearly running down his face is tears while he looks down at you. "Are you stupid? How did you just get shot like that?! There was no one in between us when we went in!" He yells. You wince from the harshness in his tone, your heart pinching in response.

Shaking hysterically at this point, you lay your head back on the wall behind you. "You were about to get shot from behind..." Leaning over abruptly you let out a short huff of pain, a small scream following afterwards. Scared, König presses his hand on your chest and forces your back against the wall again. Your chest fights against his hand as you breath heavily, even more tears spilling from your eyes. Realization strikes him like a bullet and he caves, the tears unstoppable as he leans his head into your good shoulder. "Fuck. Liebe, it was because of me?" Dry with pain as he speaks you listen on confused. König seemed to be reacting worse than usual, it's hard to tell if it's genuine or if you're closer to death than you thought.

"Please stay with me Liebe, I love you." Your heart flutters. Sucking in a deep breath, you recoil in pain. He lifts his head, hands on either side of your face in an instant. "Ever since I met you I've been madly in love and I can't lose you now, not when i-" he's rambling again, something he does when he grows nervous. His nervousness makes you smile, a sad smile. It hurts to know that the chance of you dying is so high, that it took this for him to admit anything to you. You felt betrayed in a way. Just to sate his nervousness, you lean forward pushing your lips against his softly. As you pull away he speaks desperately, the rasp in his voice making your heart break in two. "Liebe I need you..."

"I know König and I'm sorry you had to confess in a situation like this." Taking in a sharp breath you groan in pain, your hand grasping at your shoulder. "Backup should be here soon, you'll wait till at least then right?" He asks as he fully sits down in front of you. A dying hope lingers in his eyes, he's waiting for an answer you both know might not be true. Despite that you say it anyway in hopes that maybe he's right. "Yeah, I'll wait till then." A soft but sad smile adorns his features as he scoots beside you, his massive form swallowing you whole while he leans on your head.

"at least my last moments will be spent with the sweetest man in the world." You groan. He lets out a choked sob at your words. It's like the world is out to get him, to rob him of everything that's good for him, that makes him happy. He can never seem to catch a break about anything, always waiting too long or doing anything too early. He was a mess. When would he just be okay for once?

"Why can't I just have something go right for me, I can't even love you and you love me back, you do love me back right?" He looks up, unsure. You scoff, your face softening at the sight of his red puffy eyes. "Of course. I wouldn't have kissed you otherwise." Silently, König nods. "Now I can't enjoy that because I waited to long and now you're dying." He says. You were right, he was devastated. A gentle, kind man like him doesn't belong in the military. König just doesn't deserve this kind of pain, what's worse is that you're scared. To leave him behind only after he's confessed is horrible.

Softly, you sigh. "Just love me while you still can gentle giant."

Silence passes between you as you rest your eyes, abruptly your taken from your resting spot on his shoulder. His hands on either side of your face. Before this, he wasn't able to properly do what he should have done a long time ago. Even if this is the very end, he's determined to set things right, even in it might hurt in the end. Leaning forward, he presses his lips into yours softly. He's so gentle it's almost like he's not even there. Yearning to feel his touch, to know your still alive you deepen the kiss. The pressure of his skin on yours giving you the pleasure of knowing that it's not a dream The longer he holds your for the more intense it becomes, the feeling of dread that fills you. You're only going to hurt him if you let him continue, but you can't pull away from the warmth of his lips on yours. It's something you've craved for so long and letting go not seems hypocritical. Your scared that if you stop now it might not ever happen again.

Finally pulling away, desperate and heartbroken you look up at König. "I'm so sorry." He shakes his head. "No no. Liebe don't be sorry."

The longer you stare into his eyes the more you can feel the emotional pain creeping in. Through the time you've spent with him, you've come to love and respect what should be your gentle giant. No matter how nervous or jittery he is, you can't seem to forget how amazing he is. Yet as you stare at him now you realize that this really might be your last chance to see him ever again.

"König." You mutter. "Yes, Liebe." He replies.

"Please kiss me again."

Wordlessly, he nods. It's like the pain in your shoulder fades away as your lips find homestead against his. For the first time in a long time, you feel okay with the bad things happening to you. You feel okay that your last dying breath might be in his arms. At least you feel okay here in his hold.

[oliveoil422]

I wanna see you before I die

DESTIEL FIC

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‘I wanna see you before I die,’ I thought as I felt more of my life being drained from me but I can't see you because you are dead. I wish I could have just told you I loved you too before the empty took you. I want to yell and scream at you for making that deal. How could you be so dumb Cass. You have always been there for me. I need you now god damn it! Where are you, you winged dick? All i can think about is how i never got to say i love you back i do i really do Cass i wish you could have told me sooner, why didn't you? You never were scared of anything, hell we even fought Lucifer together! Why couldn't you have said something? Why couldn't you have given me the chance?

Remember when things were much more simple when you were an angel of the lord and I was the man you, “Gripped tight and raised from perdition.” I've known lost all my life, I've lost pretty much everyone I ever cared about but you? Thats different you were suppose to be the one i didn't lose, the one i couldn’t lose. And now here we are, you sitting in the empty, probably cold and alone while I'm here on earth fighting for my life which is coming to an end. Sam doesn't know it yet but i can feel it im not going anywhere. This nail is holding me together at this point. I know it's probably impossible but if i make it to heaven i hope it's with you, i hope the memories that i relive is with you i wish we could have made more.

My whole life has been pretty shitty. I mean watching my mom die then my dad spiraled because of it. The one thing I got right was Sammy, I raised that kid while I was still one myself and he turned out pretty good. Jack, if you can hear my thoughts my prayers please keep him safe, keep the one thing i didn't mess up safe, keep my pain in the ass little brother safe.keep him safe because i won't be able to anymore like i have been his whole life. His whole life I took care of him cause without me he had nobody even though John clearly loved him over me he didn't show it often. Who is going to take care of him while i'm gone? I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have watched out for that nail. Why didn't I look out for it? Dad taught me better than that! I shouldn't be in this situation. It's my own damn fault that I am! Now I'm going to leave Sammy all alone because of my carelessness.

Cass, I know our time was short but it meant alot to me, and it clearly meant alot to you as well. If I ever see you again I wont need an explanation about why you left the way you did or why you said the things you did because I get it. I truly get it. I love you too that's what i would tell you if i ever got the chance to see you again i hope one day i will see some version of you, even a fragment of you would be something, Castiel, former angel of the lord, you mean alot to me thank you forever giving me the thought of day. You pieced me together when you left that hand print you made me whole you made me, me. To answer your question from many years ago, no I don't think I deserve to be saved. I think that you deserve everything good in life, i think you deserve to be saved. But Dean Winchester? Hell no. and everyone knew it too no one thought i should be saved most people wished i was still in the pit some days i agree i mess most things up in my life, i even messed whatever we had because i didn't speak on my feelings or even notice i could feel that way until you made it known to me that i could feel that way that you felt that way.

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author note:if anyone likes this I will write more!

[deliciousangelfestival]

How To Deal With Satanic Relatives - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x Rich!Female Reader

Summary: After discovering the truth about your parents, you became more ambitious to get back at your so-called relative. 

Warning: Tortured scenes, harsh language, 18+.

Words Count: 3,200,-

This is a series. Check out Part 1 and Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Extra Story

Series Masterlist.

Also, my MASTERLIST.

Author Notes: Part 3 finally arrived !!! Thank you for the incredible feedback from the previous post. 

And I didn't give names to her relatives. I used 1st uncle, 2nd uncle, 3rd aunt, etc. Cause our readers to have a big family tree. 

Don't be shy if you want to be tagged in the series and for the next part. 😄💕

Reblog, comments and any feedback are appreciated.

Any idea for the story will significantly help me get more inspiration. 

After knowing the truth about your parents' accidents, your mind went blank. You didn't hear when Lloyd or Jimmy called your name. 

You went to the garden near the fountain. Only the sound of water could calm you. 

You sat down on the side of the fountain. You looked up to the sky and sighed. 

To be honest, you don’t see your cousins as a threat.

Even now, it hurts you, knowing someone related to you by blood, desperately wanting you dead. 

From the outside, they made their image as philanthropy and a saint.

What’s the point of them going to church every Sunday if they want to kill their niece? 

Are they asking for forgiveness for sending assassins to kill their niece or praying to God to take away their life?

While you were alone, Jimmy and Lloyd looked at you from the second-floor terrace. 

From afar, Jimmy could feel your sadness; he sighed, "It hurts her. Deep down, she hoped they could change."

“Do you want to tell me why they gave me a deadline  to kill her before Wednesday at 1pm?"

Jimmy clicked his tongue. "Next week, there's an important meeting with the shareholders. If Y/N attends the meeting, her position will be secured."

“Didn’t her grandfather choose her?”

“Yes. But there’s a flaw. She only granted the name CEO. Her job is only as a spokesperson or the face of the company. She couldn’t make a decision or take part in a meeting.”

"The truth behind the former chairman's will is there's no free food. He wants Y/N to work hard to earn everyone's trust."

“That's why the meeting on Wednesday is critical. Y/N will present new projects that are worth around 500 billion dollars.”

Lloyd almost choked on his breath. 500 billion?! He starts to feel lucky to have you as his wife. 

"It's supposed to be a secret but her relatives found out and they want to steal the project from her. If she attends the meeting along with the presentation, her position as CEO is not just a name.”

Lloyd chuckled. "I have got to say her family is more complicated than any mission that I ever had.”

"Well, you’re part of it now. And you fit perfectly."

Lloyd was silent; he didn't deny it after signing the contract. He wondered what happened when a lunatic met with greedy people. 

Jimmy noticed Lloyd kept looking in your direction. "Go to her."

When he finds you, you look paralysed. You didn't even show any reaction when he sat beside you. 

There was a moment of silence until he heard you say, “I bet they are happy right now if I'm dead.”

"Hmm."

He doesn't want to tell you, but they are. Since you look like a corpse, he thinks it's too much for you to handle.

At the Tech room after you left.

When you were alone, Lloyd ordered the Tech team to hack your cousin's phone and listened to their conversation.

Your cousin is in France right now at a ski resort. Celebrating your death. 

"Finally, she's dead."

"Our prayer has been answered."

From the speaker, they sound joyful, laughing, and singing. 

One soldier couldn't believe there was a family like that. "Boss, from the satellite the snow is quite thick. If there's an avalanche, no one will suspects anything."

Another soldier said, "Our assets in France has a lot of TNT."

Lloyd smiled. "That will do. Bonus for you both."

*Sniffed* "My mother just donated money to the church cause she's too happy." *Sniffed*

Lloyd shot the speaker; he couldn't continue the conversation. 

"The one who snorted the cocaine just now is a police officer."

Lloyd smiled, "Anyone who got their deepest secrets will get a bonus this year."

"Yes, boss!!!"

Lloyd was surprised to see his employees become excited. "Wow, anyone became excited because of money."

'Like you don't?!'

“I thought maybe they would change because blood is thicker than water. But to my family, money is number one.”

Lloyd doesn't understand why he became sentimental when he saw you sad like this, perhaps because of his new title as your husband. You became his responsibility, and he wants to help you. 

He grabs your chins "You’re not alone. Did you forget you got yourself a husband? You didn’t have to endure it by yourself.” Lloyd was into his role as a husband and then laughed like a naughty child. 

The sad atmosphere faded away because of him. Your stress finally calmed down. 

You slipped a small laugh "Pfft."

"Something funny?"

You nodded. "Being encouraged by a contract killer like you is far more effective than talking to my psychiatrist."

Lloyd liked it when he heard your laugh. So this is what it looks like when you don't carry a burden. 

"Now that you look alive again, we need to go inside since we have a little time before Wednesday."

You walked out of the maze together; you didn't bother telling Lloyd to release his hand holding yours. 

"If we do this plan, your company name could be ruined"

"Well at least I still have a husband. He just made a deal worth 3 billion."

Lloyd smirked at your answers, "That's right, and he's willing to kill for her."

Yup. You choose a perfect man.

Wednesday 

At the L/N Office Headquarters 

Inside the conference room, every shareholder was busy discussing where Y/N was. Some of them prefer your relatives, and some of them are on your side. 

"Where is she? I called her phone and her secretary doesn't even know where she is."

"If the rumor were true, she died because of a car accident, her oldest uncle will replace her."

"If he becomes the CEO, I will sell my share."

"Everyone, the meeting will start in a minute. Please take a sit with your name on it."

After every guest was seated, two people stood from their chairs and walked up to the stage.

Both of them are the eldest child of the chairman. And the 2nd son, who became a priest after his business failed. 

Under the bright light, they could see 1st uncle and 2nd uncle looked like they were grieving. It seems like the rumour is true. Their niece Y/N got into an accident. 

1st Uncle stood at the podium, his face moving closer to the microphone. "I have to say thank you to anyone who attended the meeting. But I have sad news that I need to share."

He took a deep breath and said, "Our dear niece Y/N L/N got into an accident two days ago."

He grabs a handkerchief from his chest pocket to wipe his fake tears and hide his smile. 

Like his brother, 2nd uncle also clenches his fist to hold his laugh, and their sister, who sits, also acts their crocodile tears. 

People on your team couldn't accept the news because they trusted you. 

"That's a lie!!!"

1st uncle sighed. "I know it's hard to accept, but we must move on."

To silence the noisy guest, 1st uncle waved at his brother to speak in front of the microphone.

2nd uncle sighed. "It's unbearable, but I'm glad everyone here cares for our niece. Let's take a moment to pray for her."

Their strategy worked because everyone inside the room became quiet.

"Heavenly Father, we ask for your mercy and grace for Y/N’s soul as they begin their journey into eternity. Please bring them into your loving arms and grant them peace and rest. We also pray that those left behind will find comfort and hope in your presence and the promise of eternal life. 

At this moment, we also pray for my dear brother who will replace our niece as the company's new leader. Heavenly Father,-"

A sudden female voice interrupted his prayers. "I have decided to hand such a person over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, in order that his spirit may be saved on the day of the Lord." 

That voice made everyone shiver because they knew who the voice's owner was.

2nd uncle opened his eyes and looked at the door. Not just him but everyone was shocked looking at you standing and alive. 

"I'm not surprised anymore, you guys pray for my death."

"Y/N!!!"

Your 3rd aunty was quick and clapped her hands. "It's a miracle. The French police told us they couldn't find your body."

You didn't say anything to her and walked to the stage, making Benjamin, whose knees were weak, fall. 

You looked down at him with a mocking smile. "What is it, uncle? It felt like you see a ghost."

"All of you should go before you embarrass yourself."

1st uncle dragged his brother and left the conference room. Your aunties also followed him. 

Every guest was silent, but they knew what had happened in the family. 

You spoke through the microphone, "I'm sorry for being late. I will cut to the chase. Everyone may check their phones to read the proposal documents. The project is worth 500 billion dollars."

You did the presentation as short and straightforward. After you finished the slides, you were worried because it was just silence. But then you could hear them clap their hands. 

You bowed your head to hide your tears. Finally, after four years, you got the approval. 

After the successful meeting, you walked out of the company building. There's Lloyd, who's waiting in his black van. 

"Congrats, CEO Y/N."

You smiled and sat beside him. "Everything's ready?"

"They're waiting for you, sunshine."

When your relatives leave the conference room somewhere at the warehouse, Lloyd and his team kidnap them to an empty warehouse big enough for three aeroplanes.

“Where are we?” 3rd aunt woke up from her nap and saw her siblings tied to the chair. And there's a group of men with a gun standing behind them. 

“Remember the failed project that your son operated?” Your voice echoes inside the warehouse. 

“This is the land. It’s perfect for a satellite city but because of your son's stupidity… What a shame.”

Your relative turned their head and saw you walking with a man they'd never seen before. Except for your first uncle, he knew who it was. 

"Shit…we are fucked."

4th aunt asked, "Who is he?"

1st uncle whispered, "The guy that I hired to kill her." 

5th aunt screamed "Y/N you bitch!!! Let us go!!!"

'BANG'

"AARGH!! Why me? I didn't say anything." 6th aunt screamed because the bullet hit her leg. 

Lloyd put down the gun. "No one talks rudely to my wife."

"What?! You're married? With him? And without any ceremonies?" 3rd aunt was in disbelief. 

Lloyd was offended, but you spoke first. “I’m disgusted with your concern. FYI, I felt safer with him rather than with you. In your eyes, I’m just a fly that you wait to kill.”

7th aunt tried to be sweet towards you. “Y/N that I know won’t be this cruel.” She never talks to you with respect; this is the first time she's been nice.

You smiled and leaned down. “Aunty, that old Y/N is dead. And this Y/N is out of patience with all of you.”

1st uncle clicked his tongue. "So what now? You're going to kill us ?"

You looked at him for a minute and nodded.

"You ungrateful dog!!!"

'BANG!'

"Fuck!!!" 1st, uncle screamed because of the pain in the shoulder he had never felt before. 

"Once again, whoever disrespects my wife will get shot in the head."

You whispered thank you to Lloyd, which made him bow to you.

You sit on the chair facing your relatives. "Here's a thing about grandfather's will. He left me another note.

He wrote, "If Y/N  got the approval from shareholders, she's free to do whatever she wants like get rid of the rotten part of the company."

You raised a pointed finger to them. "Do you understand what he meant? The rotten part is you, my dear aunties and uncles."

Your relatives were hurt when they heard that, even after their father's death, he was able to hurt their feelings.

"Grandfather knew from the beginning that you did not fit in the company. He built this company with sweat, tears, and blood. All of you except my father did a terrible job.”

There was silence until the 7th aunt laughed like a maniac. She said, “Father blames mother for giving birth to stupid kids.”

“While his illegitimate child is the smartest one."

You didn't show any reaction, but inside, you were shocked. 

“You didn’t know, did you?”

No way, you didn’t know this fact.

You know your grandma always gave a side-eye towards you and your parents every time you visited.

You always wondered why she never invited you to her tea time. She asked all her grandchildren except you. 

You never spend time with your grandmother because you are always busy with the tutor. 

Your grandfather's house was big, but you felt suffocated. That's why you choose to study abroad. You felt free. 

After your grandmother died, you don't mind studying at Harvard. When she died, she didn't leave you anything. While others got jewellery, a plot of land, her yacht and her villas. 

You don't care cause your grandmother says hurtful things about your mother cause she's not from a wealthy family. 

So all of this is because they are jealous. 

“That’s why we hated you. If he gave you 5% of his fortune, we don’t mind. But you, who is not 100% related to us, got all his wealth?” He scoffed. “It’s not fair.”

“That’s why you killed my parents?”

"Your father acts like he doesn’t want to, but he accepts the offer. Your mother, I hated that smudged face when she found out she won.”

Your relatives were waiting for your reaction since you put your head down.

“Thank you for telling me.” 

You start to walk away from them. “Now I have no regrets about making your life miserable.”

1st uncle gritted his teeth, "Our children will get you, Y/N."

"Ah, do you want to know where your kids are?”

You snapped your fingers, and a few people appeared to set the projectors. 

The projectors show the news of an avalanche at the ski resorts.

Ten victims and still counting, and many people are digging in the snow to find other victims.

7th aunt had a cold sweat because she recognised the place. Her fears become a reality when she sees someone being pulled out from the snow.

“Alex?”

“Christopher?”

That’s when they knew their kids were buried under the snow. They screamed in agony. 

While you look unbothered, “They got into an accident. Just like my parents."

"Fucking bitch."

'BANG!'

Before you know who got shot, your eyes are covered with someone's hand. You knew who the owner was because his moustache tickled your neck.

"I think it's enough. You shouldn't see what happened next."

"But…"

"Shh…shhh… let your husband do the dirty work." He still covers your eyes with his hand and brings you to Jimmy. 

"Don't let her hear anything." Jimmy nodded and got you outside, far from the warehouse.

After Lloyd was sure, you had left. He snapped his fingers, and immediately his soldiers got into their positions. While others dragged the 7th aunt's body.

1st uncle wasn't ready to watch his youngest siblings get shot between her eyes.

"You crazy bastards. You're supposed to kill her, I already sent you the money."

"Ooh, that one." Lloyd opened a briefcase and showed them, "Here's the money, along with the penalty."

"Don't tell me,-"

Lloyd nodded. "Yup. You niece offered more money, and she's right. She's worth more than 40 million dollars."

"We could give you more money."

Lloyd shook his head and grabbed the screen tablets. "You have no more money. And it's nice to be the good guy for once. Usually I become the executioner."

He stands before the 1st uncle and reads the file, "You really don't give a shit with poor people do you? The collapsed factory and buried hundreds of workers?"

"It's not my fault."

"Yes, it was your sign who gave the permission to build with low quality material."

2nd uncle "You use the church money that supposed to widows and orphanage and gave it to your son who addicted to gambling."

3rd aunt "You stole the insurance money that was worth 1.5 billion dollars. And made a fake charity for breast cancer patients."

4th, 5th aunt "Wow, two of you made a fake investment, killed your in-laws and stole their assets."

6th aunt "And the last one, the most evil one. You tortured your maid because you thought she stole your pearl earring. Turns out, it was you who forgot. Always blame someone for your mistakes. And to make it worst, you and your two sons like to torture animals. Gosh, you guys are disgusting."

Lloyd shook his head. "Y/N were right, you are far worst than devil." His hand grab pincers from his pants pocket. 

Other soldiers also follow his suits. Each of them stands in front of the elders. 

Lloyd holds the 3rd aunt's fingers. She was scared, but screaming was useless because their mouths were taped. 

"I always hate long nails." 

He pulled one nail that made the 3rd aunt cry, "Mmrghh!!!" 

Lloyd looked at his soldiers. "Pull the nails slowly to make them remember the pain." 

"Yes boss!!!"

A few hours later, Lloyd came out from the warehouse. He wiped his hands from the blood. Then he walked to the black van and knocked on the window. 

The car door slid open, and Lloyd jumped to sit beside you. He saw you were busy typing, "What are you doing?"

"Decorated a retired home for them. Since prison can't hold them."

And here he was, worried, so he went to check on you. Lloyd was amazed that you are not affected knowing your half relatives were tortured. 

He shook his head with disbelief. "You're one in a billion Y/N."

"That's right."

Few days later, 

After the fiasco with your aunt and uncles, you had a peaceful day. You finally could go back to your own home. 

But Lloyd told you to buy a house together to make it more believable that both of you are husband and wife. 

You agreed since your old home is the most valuable thing because of the memories you had with your parents. 

Everything is going well. You also felt more comfortable with Lloyd.

Lloyd went to the company with you. Because of the contract, he needs to follow you everywhere you go. 

He is okay with it since he was curious about your work. 

But you hoped he would just stay at home or something like that. Because he won't stop whining. 

"Honey, I'm bored." Lloyd rests his body on the chair inside your office.

You didn't bother to look at him because you were busy signing some documents.

"I'll be done in a minute. After this we have to visit construction sites."

"Urrgh." Lloyd rolled his eyes and continued playing with his phone. 

You chuckled, seeing him being childish. Office life doesn't suit him.

"You are very welcome to help me."

He shook his head. "Do you have other relatives you want me to kill?"

"No."

He sighed, "I need more action, I don't want to be a house husband."

"Lloyd you are not,-"

"Y/N!!!"

Suddenly a man barged into your office and hugged you. Lloyd immediately stood in his position and held his gun.

But what he saw was the mystery guest hugging you.

"Excuse me wife, are you cheating on me?"

"What?! No…"

You were confused like him. Lloyd pushed the uninvited guest away, making the person fall to the ground. He pulled you close to his side. 

After you take a breath, you finally recognise who it is. Blonde, tall, with broad shoulders, has cute dimples every time he smiles and is the man who broke your heart.

You cleared your throat "Lloyd, let me introduce you. Ethan… my ex-fiance."

Lloyd wasn't surprised anymore. He whispered in your ear, "Should I kill him?"

Author note: Finally, our reader is free from her family. But what happened next? See you in part 4. 😘💕

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[sixxteenbullets]

BODY ELECTRIC

DALLAS WINSTON X FEM!CURTIS!READER

SUMMARY: Getting over a toxic ex lover wasn't easy to do, so when y/n turns to parties and drinks to cope with her past, she gets into a situation she can't quite handle. Lucky for her, her brother's best friend has a protective streak when it comes to her.

WARNINGS: Mentions of a toxic past, being drugged, alcohol/various substance use, forced kissing, violence.

The music that used to be a gift on the ears began to fade, the words all coming together to be some incoherent mumbles. Y/n blinked once, twice, and the two shots she had moments earlier felt like they turned into ten. Her grip tightened on the can in her hand, but it seemed futile as the drink fell to the ground anyway. This confused her, and as she brought her hand close to her face to inspect, it seemed to blur, the small scars and texture disappearing. Was she dreaming?

That couldn't be it. The pounding in her head was way too real. As was the fatigue which took over her. "Are you alright?" The voice was unfamiliar, masculine, and somehow unpleasant.

When her gaze found his face, she still did not recognize him. He was older than her, maybe mid twenties, and wasn't exactly hard to look at. His face was fairly defined, his gaze hard and cold, and his eyes were a shocking, deep blue. "Yeah."

His lip tilted up, almost in a smile before he caught himself. "You don't look it, let me get you out of here." The unpleasantness she heard in his voice must have been the alcohol slurring his words because he absolutely reeked of it.

"No," She said firmly, ignoring the tempting offer of leaving the party. "No, I'm fine."

"let's go." Ignoring her protests, his large hand grabbed her hand and began to pull her out of the house. "Let's see what everyone fusses over."

"Fuck off." It was pathetic, her words. Whatever was in her system made it hard to talk.

Why was no one helping her, she thought. What was even happening?

She was too weak to protest as he pushed her against the brick wall of the house, its unusual dampness saturating the back of her shirt. Too weak to push him off as he planted his hands on her hips and leaned his face towards hers.

Y/n was never much of a believer in God. She never understood it. Though, in that moment, she prayed to whatever and whoever she could think of to get this piece of shit off of her. The taste of hard liquor infiltrated her mouth as he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tongue begging for entrance.

When he pulled away to breathe, she turned her head back and yelled, "Dallas," she continued to yell the name like it was her only prayer. "Dal!"

"That punk doesn't know what to do with a woman like you, Curtis." He took advantage of the angle of her head and began lowering his face to her neck.

What happened next made her begin to believe that maybe there was a god. Something greater than her and all she knew, because her pleas were answered.

The man was ripped away from her and thrown on the ground, a man quickly jumping on top of him. From what she could make out of the blurs, he was getting his ass beat. A few feet away, the door opened again and two more people walked out. They headed straight for the fight and pulled the attacker off, pointed to Y/n and took over the beating.

Fear coursed through her as she realised that perhaps they didn't want to help her, but take the previous man's place. As he approached, all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and shove herself back against the wall and shout for the man she wished for moments earlier. Where she expected to feel an invading touch, there was nothing. She was being picked up.

With no other way to object to this, she kept calling for her savior.

"Yeah, I'm here, Doll." The familiar voice of Dallas Winston rang through her ears like music.

"Can't go home," She leaned her head against his chest, trying her best to remain conscious. "Not like this."

"I know."

They were at Bucks minutes later, a party of its own booming on the inside. As they passed through the door, he had set her up right and looped an arm around her waist as one of hers went around his shoulders. It was easier to weave through the crowd this way, even as she fully relied on him to stay standing.

She never expected to be so happy to see his dirty little room. Being laid down on his creaky bed and helped to change into a large shirt to replace the one she had gotten dirty. It suddenly seemed like a safe haven.

Her laying down only lasted a few seconds, before she had to stumble run to the bathroom and empty her stomach. With every heave, dry or not, she felt her head get lighter. Whatever she has taken was leaving her system easily and she couldn't be more thankful. Halfway through her time in the bathroom, Dallas walked in and sat on the edge of the tub next to her. He lazily took over holding her hair back out of her face.

"That was dumb," He shook his head, she turned hers away from him and laid her face down on her arm, which rested against the toilet seat. "You know what could've happened if I wasn't there? If the Curly Sheperd didn't tell me that you were being dragged around by some old greaser?"

She said nothing. She knew exactly what would've happened, but she didn't want to hear it.

"God, that was dumb." The sound of his fingers gripping the porcelain of the tub made her cringe. Why was he so mad? "You co-"

"I know!" She tried to yell, but she was too drained to do so. "I get lectured by Darry every day, I don't need to hear you complain about having to help me."

That made him pause. He wasn't upset about having to save her, but about what could have happened to her. He didn't know what to say. Emotions made him insanely uncomfortable but there was no good way out of this situation.

He remained quiet even as she used a towel to wipe the spit from her lip and push herself away from the toilet. Only when she tried to stand did he move to keep her from falling. Silence, as he helped her to his bed.

Dallas wasn't sure where he was going to sleep. The last thing he wanted to do was fall asleep next to the drunk sister of his best friends, but the floor didn't call him either. Maybe he would crash at the Sheperd's, or go home with some girl as an excuse to get a bed. This plan appealed to him until he was at his door and Y/n called for him to stay.

A refusal was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be used, until he heard her say please. When he turned to look at her, she was laying on the very edge of the bed, half falling off, with plenty of room behind her. So, without a word, he climbed in behind her and laid on his back, doing his best to keep the space between them.

They remained in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault." All tiredness left her body and he asked a question that has been burning a hole through him for a while now. "What's with all the partyin' now? Thought you hated 'em."

"They keep my mind busy. I don't like thinking anymore. Everything seems to remind me of Jason."

The mention of her ex boyfriend -- though 'fling' would be more accurate -- made him tense. Something bad, real bad, had happened between them, but no one knew. He didn't want to ask, but he was incredibly intrigued when she began telling the story anyway.

"He got with Sylvia just after he asked me to be his girl, threatened to kill me if I left, but his friends cooked him down, told me to get lost. Being with a crowd means lots of witnesses."

"I'll kill him." It wasn't a threat, nor an empty expression of anger, but a simple statement. A promise. He would kill him. She knew that.

"I know," She swallowed the thickness in her throat. "That's why I didn't tell anyone. They would go crazy and I don't want that, I just want some calm. I'm tired of bein' out every night."

This confession of hers made him feel a full range of emotions, mostly ranging from anger to pity to sadness and back to anger. How dare someone go after the girl he has had his eye on for so long. And then make her scared? He knew she wanted Jason to be killed, she just didn't want to have to deal with the aftermath. Usually he would agree, but this offence was far too serious to be let go. And he knew exactly how he would do it, too.

"Thank you, Dallas." She felt safe for the first time in a while. And when she woke up, Dallas Winston was gone. Her sadness was short lived, as when she was walking home, she overheard a group of girls fawning over the missing case of Jason Pinkman.

Dallas Winston really was her savior.

___

This could have been executed better, but whatever.

Give me requests y'all. Like go crazy with the details, PLEASE. Let me hear exactly what you want.

[all-pacas]

I'm so, so curious about how House would react to seeing Chase in religion mode, like praying over the baby in "Forever" or offering to pray with the nun and discussing scripture in "Damned if You Do"--and even discussing scripture with Moira in "Chase." It struck me that House doesn't ever really see any of those moments.

I mostly feel like House wouldn't seriously mock Chase for any of this unless he thought Chase was turning to religion in a way he thought could get in his way. He really doesn't make fun of him for having been a seminarian in "House vs. God," but maybe that's a product of him seeing Chase as having been "formerly" religious?

In "Chase," House refers to Chase's "long-abandoned faith" and in the same episode, he sneers a bit when he asks him if he "saw God" after he was stabbed, but I think that's more a product of him not knowing at that point what Chase was going to do with his life and worrying that Chase + religious vision meant he was going to "throw his life away."

But other than not necessarily mocking him, I don't know how House would feel about witnessing some of those moments in canon, or knowing that Chase went to confession in Brave Heart. And then there's fic! Ever since I read Dira Sudis's Last Rites, which has Cameron witnessing Chase genuflecting and crossing himself at Mass, I've wondered what House would have made of that, since it's 100% something I believe Chase would still do. Even though he's struggling with belief, there's the cultural Catholicism of it all and he still knows all the prayers and rituals and can recite scripture at the drop of a hat. I suspect that's something that maybe most of the people he works with wouldn't suspect about him and I'm so fascinated by it!

House actually doesn't seem to mind faith so much when it's sincere. He thinks religion is stupid, and he loves to point out hypocrisies, but he tends to be unable to really counter sincere belief: I think he respects the sincerity if not the belief, if that makes sense.

I think he'd make fun of Chase a bit if he did anything religious, and I think Chase would not do it around House for the same reason (he struggles enough without House over his shoulder). And because of that, I don't think House would ever be all that respectful of any religious turns Chase took — he knows it's not all that sincere, because he knows Chase.

There's a deleted exchanged from 'Damned if You Do,' where Chase refuses to talk to the nun again because he admires her faith. House, in turn, admires that and lets Chase go: House can respect genuine faith, but Chase after Dibala for example is only turning to it because he's looking for a way out or a cheap answer. (Like, yes, lots of people turn to religion in a crisis. But Chase just popped into confessional and got mad when he didn't get a quick absolution that cured him. It wasn't a sincere turn to god, it was a Quick Fix.)

[walkawaysoreeyes]

11/4/2024 READING

Today i'm going over Lamentations chapter 3, i'm just going to write anything that made me think, how God may have used His word to talk to me and what i learned! Today's chapter is rough, I almost highlighted all of it! But important to read, especially if you have been avoiding the Lord or His convictions.

God is our light and hope, even in our darkness!

To me, that was the main theme and message of this chapter, the writer started the chapter with speaking about the darkness that Jerusalem is in because of their own sin. He says that he is "a man who has seen affliction by the rod of the Lord's wrath." The wrath he speaks of, is the judgement that God casted down on them for their lack of repenting. As you get farther on into the chapter, he speaks how God is his hope and of His great love, even in this trial. It's a good read for those who are needing a chapter to reveal to them how God is our great Redeemer and our hope!

"He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light; Indeed, He has turned His hand against me again and again, all day long. " Lamentations 3:2-3

“This seems to be the hardest part of our lot, that God should lead us into darkness: ‘He hath led me and brought me into darkness.’ Yet dear brethren, that is, on the other hand, the sweetest thing about our trial; because, if the darkness be in the place where God has led us, it is best for us to be in the dark.” (Spurgeon) This whole quote covers those verses greatly, better than i could ever put into words!

"Even when i call out or cry for help, He shuts out my prayer" Lamentations 3:8

This is honestly, a pretty scary verse, something that is hard to even fathom God doing. But this verse reminds us all, we MUST have a healthy fear of the Lord and knowing He is not afraid to punish His children! Think back to when you were a child, when you got in trouble and maybe got a whooping or grounded, do you really think that your parents wanted to hear you cry and plead, saying "Oh, i can fix, dad, what if i go do it now? will i still have to be grounded? i learned my lesson!" The answer to that is no, they didn't want to hear that, so, God probably doesn't want to hear that either. How can we learn to have that fear of the Lord, if He didn't hold true to His word and stick to our punishment!

"I have been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what prosperity is, so i say, 'My splendor is gone and all that i had hoped from the Lord.'" Lamentations 3:17-18

Our peace and joy can only come from the Lord, if it comes from the world then it is SUPERFICAL! Fake! If you spend your whole life only settling for the superficial things and the lies that satan will tell us, then do you truly know God and Jesus? Because God and Jesus have things prepared for us that we could never even imagine! Don't stray so far away from the Lord that you forgot what peace is and what it feels like!

"I well remember them and my soul is downcast within me." Lamentation 3:20

If you read commentary by enduring word while you are reading along in your bible, then this part will be familiar. When the author says, "my soul is downcast within me" he is saying that he has hit rock bottom. But even though he has hit the lowest point he can, he has a bright side; He can rebuild his foundation and relationship with God! While that sounds crazy to be a bright side, it's a true second chance given to Him by the Lord in order to help him build his faith!

"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail." Lamentation 3:22

Even when God was inflicting punishment upon Jerusalem and they were His adversary, He still showed his love and mercy! But by not completely "consuming" Jerusalem, He showed them mercy and that even though they have not been faithful, He will ALWAYS remain faithful!

"Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that both calamities and good things come?" Lamentations 3:38

i'm only going to say it once and all even make it very clear! GOD IS IN CONTROL OVER EVERYTHING! EVERY SINGLE SMALL LITTLE DETAIL, HE HAS THE CONTROL! Please remember a very simple song, He has the whole world in His hands!

Sorry if this wasn't the best, today has been a rough day, my dog had her emergency surgery and its touch and go! if you can please pray for her and my family, i would greatly appreciate it! May the Lord bless you!

[carefulfears]

how do you see mulder leaving in season 9? scully giving up william? how do they deal with these things? (their guilt, resentment, futility, etc)

i know i have a realllllllly unpopular opinion on all of this but as i've said recently, i just don't think there's anything easier on earth to convince mulder of than "things are safer if you're not here."

i usually come back to doggett's confusion in the beginning, the way he keeps asking and arguing and scully just keeps saying "he's gone" and shutting it down, until the end of the premiere when he realizes: "oh my god. it was scully. scully made him go."

god, it's sad. it's hard to talk about. i teared up trying to write this, as much as i am fonder of the storyline than most. i don't find it unrealistic or out of character or unfitting of the narrative. it doesn't mean i don't feel it's heartbreaking. i have such a hard time thinking of mulder missing that baby. not even having the chance to put up a fight, walking back into empty rooms. the show as a tragedy, finding your burden again, etc. the x-files as the gap between teary smiles at baby kicks to screams in a jail cell. as what it was in the beginning: unknowable answers to insurmountable grief.

and i just think about mulder's dramatic emails, writing that he doesn't think he can survive being away from them. spender looking at the baby and telling scully he's heard "so much" about him. mulder being tortured by soldiers, saying he's just thinking about his son. keeping 1 baby photo for 15 years. "i just missed both of you so much."

scully's fertility treatments and her prayers and her tears and her "last chance" and her miracle. and how deeply unfair it is, what happened to her. i don't think a single one of us could say what we could do if people kept breaking into our homes to suffocate a child we were still nursing. she didn't ever want to do it alone, that was never the plan.

but scully desperately wants to keep everybody safe. she thinks she’s keeping everybody safe. it’s hard to be starbuck. it's this conflict i keep talking about recently where you really start to notice how controlled she is by fear, how difficult it is for her to balance it all. my favorite visual on this is the gate at the house in i want to believe: every day the way she pulls up to it, gets out, opens it, pulls through, stops, gets out, closes it. repeat in reverse. and then she comes home and she says "the truth is, i worry about you." and that he's too isolated. turns around and shuts the door, leaves the house and locks the gate.

i wrote a bit a few weeks ago about scully's protectiveness and it made me think about what a trap it can be, how defending lends to fear and fear lends to defeat. to standing in a church 25-years deep and saying "i failed." in the tags of that post i asked "could they ever recover from her exiling him from being with their child because she was afraid it would kill him?" and said i don't know. and i don't, i don't know.

but i think there's something so brave in saying: i did the best i could, and maybe that wasn't right. it's why ghouli is one of my favorite episodes. scully sobbing to her son that she's sorry. she's sorry he doesn't know them. she wanted him, they loved him. "i was trying to keep you safe. i hope you know that." and she thought she was being strong, but maybe she was wrong.

things don't always shake out the way you want them to. it was always mulder that called their son a miracle, and mulder doesn't believe in miracles. mulder believes in the world, and the search, and the after.

[hiemaldesirae]

Arrax here: this idea is kinda funny/weird, but I'm in a weird mood so: (also Hannibal/Hazbin Hotel crossover) Vox has NEVER told anyone how he died. EVER not even Alastor knows....well one person knows. Lucifer. Vox and Lucifer made a deal--because Hannibal killed Vox. Vox at least wanted to know if 'the fucker,' ate him. (The answer is no. Why did Hannibal kill Vox? The FBI team picked up Vox the Priest cough-cult leader-cough as a suspect, and Vox figured out who the real killer was via the clues given in his interrogation and because of Hannibal's fucking name.) ("Like, Hannibal the Fucking Cannibal? He was right there, the whole TIME! AND THEN THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T EVEN EAT ME!") The deal with Lucifer is simple show Vox what happened to his body after death, and Vox will be....Lucifer's best friend?? Uh, okay whatever his majesty wants.

It goes well during the 7 years Alastor's gone. It's okay during his return, as most of the dates? Friendship meetings? Are at the palace and they play video games and just genuinely fuck around having fun. (Vox may give Lucifer ideas on how to fuck Mammon over, time to time. It is funny.)

However, do to helping Lucifer deal with Mammon Vox gets pulled into something....else. Apparently, some sinner is playing dad with the princess, and Lucifer doesn't want his first visit with her in ages to go wrong. So he takes Vox along--Vox doesn't want to go--AT ALL, but a deal is a deal, and....in all Honesty Lucifer is one of the few beings he can call a friend now. So he goes, thinking it's probably Husk or Maybe Angel Dust--easily dealt with sinners for the King of Hell with his overlord best friend cheering him on.

This unfortunately is not the case. Vox feels his suspicions rise when Lucifer winks at him and says wait out hear for a minute, and don't worry about anyone sensing you. I've hidden you.

It's not until Vox it literally summoned into a middle of a song off-- "Have you met my bestie, Vox? (Shared duet between Vox and Lucifer with Vox in his Priest outfit:) They say, when you're looking for assistance (Vox takes over every electric device and broadcasts Lucifer's Voice, here, cutting out Alastor's parts.) It's smart to pick the path of least resistance

Others say, that in your needy hour (here Vox drops to his knees in prayer while Lucifer unfolds his wings and surrounds Vox with them)

There's no substitute for pure angelic power! " They finish their part of the song off, with Lucifer gently picking Vox up and setting him on his feet, easily giving the TV overlord a side hug.

With Lucifer's right arm around him, and the sudden screech of radio static mixed with angry stag echoes through the air as the princess claps her hands--"Dad, you have a friend?!? Besides the sins?!?"

Vox however is wide eyed at the very angry Alastor, whose radio dial eyes are on the King's arm, still wrapped tightly around Vox's shoulders.

It's then, the TV overlord realizes he really should have taken the damn joint Val offered him that morning.

IM GONNA CRY. where the HELL did that first part come from arrax your mind is wonderful LMFAOO i can just imagine the absolute shock and indignation on voxs face (screen??) when hes going like 'MOTHERFUCKER DIDNT EVEN EAT ME??' thats perfect. thats great thank you so much for that contribution

OH MY GOD. alastor would be fuming at the part where vox starts praying i just know it he'd be like '...whys he not praying for me. why is it for that 4'2 little gremlin absentee father BITCH' im going to scream and cry this is SO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAHAG

like. like. look at what i see okay i will illustrate it (metaphorically) for you guys

vox: heyyyy uh. luci, your majesty, big man, could you consider letting me go since the song's done and all.... (very vehemently not looking in alastors direction)

lucifer: no can do bestie! so, char-char, have you been introduced to my Best Friend (has also noticed alastor's Very Negative Attention and instead of looking away is locking eyes with him)

charlie: um! well.............. about that......... (thinking back to the meeting with valentino) so. uh,

meanwhile alastor looks like a rabid animal in the background

[wrongcaitlyn]

AHHHHH OK OK I DIDN'T COMMENT ON THE PIPER/SHEL ONESHOT IM SO SORRY MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN HEAVY HITTING AND I DID READ IT WHEN IT CAME OUT AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shel is so unbelievably relatable, like the whole thing with her friends and her struggle to find new friends, AND HER TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT IN FRONT OF FREAKING PIPER MCLEAN

AND AND OMG TODAY'S CHAPTER????? GLORIOUS ABSOLUTELY GLORIOUS

THE SCENE WHERE APOLLO TELLS NICO THAT HE'S HIS SON NO MATTER WHAT???? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my prayers were answered I love them sm

THE HEART TO HEART NICO HAS WITH DREW???? Drew is so right but I can 100% see why Nico finds it annoying especially when he hasn't had anyone care about his reputation (someone that wasn't Apollo lmao)

MEG???? JUST MEG. IT WAS SO BRIEF BUT I LOVE HER SM LIKE SHE'S SO DONE WITH APOLLO 😭 also the whole "You peaked in 1989" HILARIOUS especially since Apollo corrects her too 😭😭 like who's gonna tell him 2002 was like almost 2 decades ago BUT HE'S GONNA BE BACK RELEASING MUSIC AND A LABEL AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF HE DOESN'T GO BIG AGAIN

AND LASTLY THE EXCERPT??? AGHHHHHHHHH YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART OVER HERE APOLLO WAS JUST A BABY 😭 and the fact that he admits to wanting fame, to wanting the attention, but that the difference between choosing it and being pushed into it made it feel like a chore AND WHO TF IS LETTING THIS 16 YEAR OLD GET DRUNK OFF HIS ASS

That just makes his sobriety that much more important bc this man was codependent on alcohol from the age of SIXTEEN and now that I'm thinking about it I'm terrified of someone taking advantage of this man bc he's SIXTEEN going to house parties and clubs filled with adults AND THERE'S NO ONE TO MAKE SURE APOLLO IS OKAY

Man and we all know why Apollo craves the attention and fame like his father probably never gave him any attention that wasn't in the form of screaming matches and lectures about his work as a celebrity :( Leto probably overcompensated and probably showered Apollo in affection when he was tiny child doing child actor things but now that he's older she can't be there for him and AHHHHHHHHHH

I got more write but I'll probably put it in another ask THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY AHH TYSM FOR THE UPDATE

Have a good day 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

DON'T APOLOGIZE AT ALL THIS ASK IS SO SWEET <33LKSJDF THANK YOU OMG

truly apollo just grabbed the reigns for that scene. like i genuinely did not expect to write all that, it was meant to just be abt delphi records, but then he DID and ughsdlkfj😭 i love them so much omfg give me their father son dynamic in every universe <33

THANK U FOR NOTICING THE "you peaked in 1998" "it was actually 2002" LKSDJGFSD I WAS CACKLING WHILE WRITING THAT FOR SOME REASON meg will never not take a chance to point out how old apollo is (he really isn't that old)

and genuinely i get so upset thinking about apollo from this au. like. i know that i pushed this all onto him and i created the story and the lore and whatnot but GOD HE WAS JUST A TEEN. HE WAS JUST A KID. AND😭😭😭😭

literally everything you said is perfectly accurate and i couldn't say it myself. like he just deserved so much more. he had no one to truly look out for him, no one to actually show him right from wrong, every step he turned was just bad influence after bad influence - and being exposed to those kinds of things at the SCALE at which he was... that's literally traumatic. and GOD i just. aghlskdfjsdlfr. he's literally top 3 characters in talk your talk. i think about him sometimes even more than nico and willDSJLKF

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THE LONG ASK I LOVED THISSDFJ <333 i look forward to more of your thoughts (esp apollo related, writing apollo scenes and excerpts has got to be one of my favorite parts of talk your talk)