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iconoclast-infidels · 13 days ago

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"Already chosen paths walked cannot be un-walked."

That's how he would put it. It wasn't quite what Dmitry said, but the subtle difference was intentional.

Nico often spoke to Dmitry with careful wording even for as blunt as the guy could be. He knew where his lover's sensitivities lied by trial and error over the course of their lives together.

Samael however held no stake in simple truths taking offense. So, when Dmitry mentioned Nico never asking about certain things the archangel would say, "Boundaries aren't lines people have to be told not to cross. They're held by the people who keep them. Some people learn not to cross them faster than others. Others push against them." Dmitry could take that as he would. Maybe Nico wasn't as polite as he thought. Maybe he just learned where the pushing points were and unlike intrusive people decided not to dig after learning it by Dmitry's boundary lines, they were ones he wasn't supposed to cross. He only didn't try to break them open. Disinterest and respecting the boundaries he found already in place were two different things.

So, was Death of the opinion Dmitry should share the information with Nico?

This was becoming far more than a Death walk again. It was becoming a closer walk with thee. It held the air of friends having a good heart-to-heart. The thing with that was Samael did not get involved with that sort of direct type conversations and advice for a very simplistic reason. He wasn't supposed to interfere with humans in any direct way. He could give a little push, have some influence, but it was behind the scenes.

He didn't go around talking directly to humans about their everyday lives like he was the Dear Abby section of a paper. He was no Chatty Kathy. Dmitry was cutting through Death and pushing him more into conversations of life, return to life, not on his death bed conversations. Once someone was on their way, they usually had questions of the beyond. That wasn't what was happening here. Dmitry's walks weren't the usual walks Death had with souls. Maybe that was because this wasn't a walk with a human? He knew he was coming right back. It wasn't a true death. He contemplated whether he should take a time out and transfer this conversation to a venue and avatar more suited to talk of life.

Samael needed to get it out of his head this was a death walk despite Dmitry's time running out and just consider it spending time with an angelic brother. It became increasingly difficult when this was the only angel who didn't seem to know what God wanted from him or what his job was. God works in mysterious ways was never truer than with this special repeat visitor. Angels had limited free will so the concept was foreign, whatever was going on with Dmitry as a special case. Who said there was nothing new under the sun?

Then the more Dmitry talked one thing became clear. Dmitry seemed certain he was meant to take care of Nico. Whatever else God wanted from Dmitry could stay in the Limbo of Samael's mind. If Dmitry felt he knew this one thing for sure with all certainty, Samael would not doubt him. He gave him the benefit of the doubt. He would go with he was Nico's guardian. Those types of callings and feelings were strong.

So, when he was asked whether he should tell Nico about his first death Samael stayed shrouded in black after all. He'd consider changing avatars if the conversation went elsewhere for too long.

"I was there."

He looked down at the mystery before him.

"As his lover I'd understand wanting to safeguard them. Your vulnerabilities are your own."

He had turned to him for a reason. He actually bent down on his knee before Dmitry and leaned on his scythe for support. It would appear as someone would a proposal blocking the path of the walk. Death stopped to say something extremely personal, his own vulnerability on the line.

"Look closely at this shroud. I deserve to wear it. It is heavy and it was costly. The wife I once had's reputation is demonic and foul. Never would I change Lillith's freedom of choice even as I lost her. She would not repent as I did. She loses no respect from me. Do not underestimate the strength of someone with free will. When you take away their knowledge you limit their choices."

Then came his point.

"As his guardian I think someone of his ambitions would gain insight he might need for the choices his path may put before him. Your boundaries may blind him."

Dmitry looked up at the rain, suddenly yanked out of that dreamlike haze by the drops hitting his face so suddenly. He did not wake up, though. Not yet, not now. He was still in that realm with Death, in a space between, even if time had now resumed its usual course. Samael was powerful, but even Dmitry knew that Death had no say over time. Not really. Not beyond ordained moments, spelled out second by second in God's great design. He did not hold any hard feelings toward Samael over it, even if that space of timelessness was well-wanted.

He looked back to Sammy as the archangel continued speaking. He reached out instinctively to touch the scythe, not doing so only because he thought better of it when he saw his own hand in the air. He knew better than to intrude like that, curiosity-bitten as he always was.

He sat on the sandy ground below, taking in the words that Samael was saying to him. In the words of the great Marty McFly, this was heavy. There was Samael, echoing something Nico had pointed out forever ago. He wasn't close to death. He wasn't burdened by it, either. It was what drove his purpose. Nico had seen that, and though it had taken a long time, Dmitry had sort of grasped that Nico had meant this. Why did it keep escaping him, then? Why did he keep forgetting? Maybe that was it? Maybe that was the point? To keep his intentions pure, or something? He couldn't possibly pretend to fathom knowing the answer.

God's wrath, though? That, he could not understand. He didn't really think of himself as wrathful, let alone divinely so. He just had that insatiable drive to do something, to not sit and watch while people suffered, to not just be on the sidelines when he had the means to help. He couldn't just watch. He was angry, yes. But he could not comprehend being afforded divinity, and he understood even less the idea that his purpose revolved around it. He'd have to sit with that for a lot longer than this conversation could last.

But guardian, this he could accept. He thought of himself as Nico's guardian angel too. Every person has one, Nico included, and he hadn't seen any other angels near Nico. No, it was his own duty; he had to watch over Nico. He never talked about that to Nico; it didn't seem necessary. But Dmitry did, suddenly, remember that he had accepted this charge previously in Samael's presence. By its very nature, that conversation, and likely this one, and any number of other conversations between worlds, were not for him to remember. There could be nothing to obstruct, nothing to impede, nothing to hinder. What he didn't have to know, he wouldn't remember. It was a grace to be afforded that; it made things simpler, tumultuous as it was not knowing.

He took Samael's warning to heart, though. It was no light caution, not coming from that angel in particular. Dmitry lifted his gaze to meet Death's flames for eyes sitting in a skull devoid of flesh. "I know. I don't say this lightly: I feel it in my very soul, it's him. He needs me."

Aftr a moment of silence and more thought, he spoke once more. This time it was quiet, vulnerable. It was a topic he'd never really talked about with Samael himself, not since it had happened.

"The first time I died, were you there? Before, I mean. Were you watching? I remember it was cold. I don't think I could have chosen differently. I've never talked to Nico about it and... this time, I want to know what you think. I feel like I should, maybe I should tell him? He doesn't ask me certain things and I think it's because he knows I find it difficult to talk about, but this... I feel he deserves to know. Do you think I should tell him?"

#samaelxdmitry

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itstheelvenjedi · 4 years ago

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a vent post, do not reblog or clown.

#elven screams into the void #elven rants #anyway fuck fandom wank/discourse and y'know what i think i'm just gonna be ignoring it completely from now on #askboxes are gonna be staying closed for now bc i do not have the spoons/fucks/energy whatever u want to call it #to give to any of this anymore #but i went on a LIBERAL tag blocking spree last night and this will be the last thing i say on any of it #any attempts to address discourse in my askboxes is going straight in the bin. i'm drawing a line #& anyone who crosses it is getting blocked #and i should not have to justify why tbh. i don't want to #i've rewritten these tags so many times i've lost count bc i kept changing my mind about whether i needed to have a reason for wanting this #but you know what it's not your business and i do not owe anyone on this hellsite a dissertation on my mental health #to justify why i am/aren't going to write or engage with certain posts #i'm trying so hard to be as firm but unhostile as possible and it still doesn't feel right but its been too long & i need to leave this be #now #idk man. being firm is hard. i am not good at that #but i am feeling dangerously close to doormat territory again and i do not like that #so this is me doing something about that #if you don't like it you don't have to stay or follow me or engage with what i DO post #😶😶😶

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Better Than Fiction

Summary - What happens when Dean catches you reading a very inappropriate piece of writing?

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, Angst, Crack, Smut (the four horsemen are in this fic), unprotected sex 18+, kissing, swearing, fanfiction, a bit of ogling Dean.

Word count - 2.6k

Square filled - Smut ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is my submission to @evilskank-inthemegacoven's Bingo challenge. This is also my second submission to @supernatural-jackles' Biweekly challenge. Prompts are in bold (2 prompts used)

I wrote this crack fic because I was going through a terrible writer's block and I had to write something different from what I usually write. Hope you like this!

Thanks to @miss-nerd95 for beta'ing this! <3

You gasped loudly as he threw you over the bed, pupils blown with lust as he drank you in. You had never seen such hunger in his eyes. He was hungry and he made that clear as he ripped off your blouse in one swift motion leaving you just in your shorts.

All of your rational thoughts flew out of the window as he started leaving kisses down your body. His hands massaged one of your breasts as his mouth latched onto another, eliciting a deep moan from your mouth as his tongue flicked your hardened nipple.

You knew this was bad but you were taken by the piece of writing like a moth drawn towards the flame. You had put your hands in the fire, willingly, and now you were going to get burned by it, but you couldn't stop yourself from reading the next lines.

“De-” you whimpered as he let go of your nipples and started to work on your pants. His hands brushed your clothed core as he murmured, “Mhm, so wet for me already. How long have you been thinkin’ ‘bout me, sweetheart?” Dean ripped your panties and let out a low growl, making you shiver in anticipation.

“Long enough.” You purred. He pulled at your panties as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His teeth grazed your lower lips, drawing out a low moan out of you.

A small whimper left your lips as you looked around the empty bunker, thanking your luck that Sam and Dean were both out to pick up some supplies. You contemplated whether to move your reading to your bedroom or stay at the War Room table surrounded by piles of lore books.

You didn't even know how you ended up on this fansite because all this time you clearly had no idea that fans from all over the world were writing certain stories involving the Winchester based on the books by Carver Edlund. You were supposed to be researching for new cases, not read some erotic piece of writing about Dean Winchester, your best friend, but you somehow opened this site and you did come across a really sensual story, and ever since you started reading it, you couldn't stop. So there was no turning back now.

You let out a little sigh as you read on, knowing very well your panties were now ruined.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered into your ears. He licked his lips, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“And you're overdressed,” you whined tugging at his jeans.

“Someone's a little too eager,” he smirked and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. You could see his growing excitement strain against the material of his jeans. Your hands reached out to palm the very noticeable bulge but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Tonight is not about me, it's about you, sweetheart.” He smirked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence. You threw your head back as you cried out in ecstasy when Dean put a finger inside you. He pumped twice before adding another. Your eyes fluttered shut as he curled his fingers in you, the tips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly, the action drawing out a loud moan from you. You could feel yourself edging towards the climax as Dean kept on repeating the motion.

You bit down on your lip, trying to stop your own moan that was threatening to leave your mouth. Your free hand gripped your thigh tightly, nails digging into your skin through your jeans as you felt your face on fire.

“Fuck,” you cursed as he pulled out his fingers just before you could come. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. He quickly opened the button on his jeans before pushing it down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. You watched him as he took his cock in his hands, pumping himself twice before rubbing up and down his length, the tip of his length beaded with precum.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” You were getting annoyed with his teasing.

“Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” Dean pressed his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss before lining himself in front of your entrance. You sucked in a deep breath as he pushed himself in you. He-

You slammed your laptop shut as you heard the boys coming down the stairs. So lost in the story, you didn't even hear the boys closing the door of the bunker.

“Honey, we're home!” Dean teased, as he rounded the corner of the stairs and stood across the table. “You okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you as he placed the pack of beer on the table.

“Y-yeah. I'm great. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic,” you blurted out and mentally slapped yourself - like that was totally going to help you and not raise any suspicion.

You looked at Dean with hooded eyes, feeling like you were seeing him in a new light. Were his eyes always this beautiful shade of green? Your eyes travelled downwards as you gulped at the sight of his jeans hanging low on his hips.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the voice of Sam.

“W-what?”

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed,” he asked with worries in his eyes.

“Stop asking me if I'm okay!” You exclaimed.

“Okay,” Dean raised up his hands in defence. Grabbing your laptop from the table, you stood up and turned on your heels to go to your room.

It had been three days since you had read the story about Dean, which you had eventually completed reading once you were alone in your bedroom. Three days since you had spent every spare minute you had to look up more of those writings about Dean. But now, you regretted it because every time you crossed paths with him, you wanted nothing but to rip his clothes off and jump his bones. You cursed Chuck for writing about the lives of the Winchesters and publishing it, giving way to the inspirations for these fanfictions. Your feelings toward him had intensified and you couldn't even form a complete sentence without stuttering while talking to him.

Even though Dean was indifferent to the change in your actions, Sam had quickly caught on to it but you had kept your mouth tightly shut, though you didn't know how long you would be able to control yourself around him - especially after tonight.

As you laid in the bed of a rundown motel room, you picked up a pillow to cover your ears, trying to drown out the voices coming from Dean's room. The banging of the headboard against the paper thin wall and the loud moans of the girl made you wonder if sex with Dean was really as good as you read in the stories. You looked over to the other bed in the room and saw Sam’s chest rise and fall accompanied by heavy breathing, indicating he was in deep sleep but Dean's low grunts and moans from the other room made it impossible for you to get any sleep that night.

“Morning,” Dean strolled into your room the next morning, with a stupid ‘I got laid’ look on his face. You glanced at him while sipping your coffee but refrained from saying anything.

“Next time, stay at another motel if you decide to bring home a girl,” Sam grumbled at his brother.

“So this is what it is all about? I swear you both are so uptight. You just need to get laid,” he smirked, taking a seat at the table across you.

You looked at him again but didn't say anything. You knew it was stupid to be angry at him. He was a man with needs and it was not like you had said anything to him about your crush.

“What's the matter with you?” Dean asked. You ignored his question as you grabbed your FBI clothes before marching off into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn't think straight with Dean Winchester looking like a freaking Vogue model in a suit. You took your sweet time to put on your clothes before leaving the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Dean said the moment you entered the room. You didn't even bother to look at him. “You can't ignore me forever.��

“I'm not ignoring you,” you finally spoke, “I'm just not talking to you.”

“Why? What did I do, sweetheart?”

“I'm not your sweetheart, Dean Winchester,” you snapped, surprising him.

“Easy there tiger,” he joked before slipping into his work persona, “So what do we have?” Dean picked up your laptop and logged into it before you could say anything. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you saw Dean’s face scrunch up, his eyes moving swiftly over the laptop screen.

“I had no idea you were into fifty shades, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“This. You were reading porn.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Oh Y/N. I was so wrong abo-” He suddenly stopped mid sentence as the playfulness left his face. “What is this?” Dean frowned.

“I….I don't-” You stammered. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to find out.

“Dean?” Sam called out to his brother, noticing his change in expression. The older Winchester shoved the laptop towards his brother, all the while glaring at the electronic device.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed as he took a look at the screen. “Y/N. Tell me you weren't-”

“She clearly was.” You winced at how Dean spit out those words.

“I can explain. I just came across-”

“Don't.” Dean snapped and stormed out of the room.

The hunt was a success and right now you and the Winchesters were celebrating the success in a bar. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean flirting with a blonde so you knew you weren't going to get any sleep tonight either but what bothered you the most was that Dean had barely spoken any words to you since he found out about the stories.

“Hey are you okay?” Sam asked as you sat there at the counter nursing a glass of drink.

“Y-yeah I'm fine,” you whispered.

“Talk to me. You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he smiled.

“What's left to say? I came across a story. It was an erotic piece of writing with, uh-Dean, and I read it. Now I can't look at him without thinking that I invaded his privacy. I know it's all fiction but I read porn about my best friend. Everytime I see him, I am reminded of how he flicks his tongue-”

“Y/N! Too much information,” Sam groaned.

“Sorry.”

“What you did is wrong but you can't turn back time, can you?”

“No but what am I supposed to do?”

“Get laid. Relieve some of that tension.” Sam shrugged, making you glare at him.

“I love your brother, Sam who is over there flirting with that blonde, not talking to me. I-I can't do this. It's better if I just pack up my bags and permanently move to Antarctica.” You muttered.

“Y/N, be realistic. Talk to him or find someone to scratch your itch.” Sam said, getting out of his seat before walking away from you. You flagged the bartender for another round when you noticed a man slide into the seat next to you.

“Hey gorgeous. What is a pretty little thing like you doing all alone here?” You wanted to puke as soon as you heard the man speak. He placed a hand on yours, making your shudder.

“Hey,” you said, trying to use some of Sam’s advice and it was only for one night.

“Want to get out of here?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes at the man’s straightforwardness, he could have at least bought you a drink.

“Uhm-” you played along.

“Come on baby. You and I are gonna have an amazing night with your pussy wrapped around my cock-” and that was the final strike. You were ready to get out of the bar but not with that man.

“No thanks, I have a boyfriend,” you mumbled before finishing your drink and storming out of the bar, unbeknownst to the fact that Dean was watching the whole interaction, the woman beside him long forgotten.

Seeing you storm out of the bar, peaked his curiosity. He was never good with feelings so when he caught you fantasizing about him, it took him entirely by surprise. He had stormed out of that room because if he had stayed one more second, he would have taken you right then and there. After that incident, he couldn't get you out of his mind and that was making him uncomfortable because it was getting impossible for him to continue walking around with a hard on.

Three harsh knocks on the door of the motel room interrupted your solo drinking session. Annoyed, you went to the door only for Dean to push it open and get in quickly

“Dean? What are-” your words were cut off by him loudly closing the door behind him. “Look I'm sorry, Dean. I know you can't even probably look at me. I am so sorry-”

“Why did you read about me?”

“What?”

“Why did you read about me? Why not read about Sam?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I-I….well. It's-I don't exactly have a reason-”

“Y/N.” He cocked his head.

“Fine. I like you. I like Sam too but he is like a brother to me and you're you. I-” you stopped rambling when you heard him scoff lightly.

“Then what's the matter with you?”

“Huh?” Now you were utterly confused.

“One moment you say that you like me and the next you are flirting with a sleazy bastard at the bar,” he huffed.

“You saw that?”

“Of course I did.”

“I thought you were angry at me because I literally read porn about you. You stormed out of that room.” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as you whispered the words to him.

“I was angry but not at you. I don't like Chuck’s books but I kinda feel proud that you read porn about me,” you looked up at Dean and saw him smirking, “I was angry at myself because all this goddamn time I kept thinking you didn't feel the same.”

“What?”

“You have read about what fake-me can do, wanna see what the real me can?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“W-what?” At this question, Dean leaned in, cupping your cheek as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your hands travelled all the way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue swept across your lips, making you whimper. You both stumbled back to the bed, his lips still on yours. You only separated for a few seconds when you two quickly undressed.

“Dean!” You cried out as you felt yourself coming undone, followed by a guttural groan from Dean as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his seed. He panted, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both came down from the high. Raising his head, Dean looked at you with a fond expression on his face as he pulled out of you, rolling to the other side of the bed.

“Whoever said it was very wrong. Reality is so much better than fiction,” you giggled, looking at the man lying beside you. He turned his body to pull you closer, pecking your lips.

“I can't argue with you on that. Now no more reading about me, okay?” You nodded a stupid grin on your face.

“I got the real deal.”

“So you're not moving to Antarctica, are you? ‘Cause I would love to call you mine and I'm not good at long distance stuff,” Dean smirked.

“No, Winchester. I am not going anywhere because I would love to be called yours. Also remind me to kill Sam in the morning.” You huffed, making Dean burst out in fits of laughter.

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holy-guacamoly · 3 years ago

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Hello and congrats on the 200 followers!!! ✨ I would like a love letter from Levi please <3

I'm Rei, my pronouns are she/her, my mbti is infp-t, my horoscope is pisces! I'm introverted and like to spend my free time gaming or writing. I'm also an emotional and soft person and can cry very easily.

I enjoy dancing, playing the piano, and also photography. I love animals and dogs are my favourite. I also enjoy cooking in my free time.

If possible, I would like both SFW and NSFW! If not, SFW will do 💕

@levi-supreme

Reiii sweetie! <333 Thank you so much! Sorry, this took me forever but I had the biggest writer's block on the requests and my job also came in my way quite often. :') I'm so sorry if I didn't make it clear but love letters aren't NSFW, because I really don't know how to do dirty talk via letters lol. Hope you still like it tho, honey! @levi-supreme

My dearest Rei, so many thoughts are lingering on my mind. Thoughts I never dared to speak out loud. You know I'm not great with words, horrible even, but I try my best to be true to my heart with the following lines. You came into my life like a thunderstorm, washing over my sad existence. Hell, before I knew you I didn't even think that something would ever bring me joy again. Your gentle touch was my remedy, your voice my guidance. I am so thankful that destiny made me cross paths with such a gentle soul like you. I love how you are always seeing the good in people. I love how you are not afraid to cry. I love how you put so much passion into everything you do. You are such a talented soul and for that I adore you. I've never told you this, but the reason I like to watch you play the piano so much is that I am able to see that certain spark in your eyes. The way your nose scrunches up a little as you are concentrating on the notes in front of you, while this fire is lingering on every tone you play, makes me fall in love with you even more. God, I miss you. I really hope not a single soul, except you, gets to read this letter because shit is going to get embarrassing. I wish I could just come back home and embrace you, feel you. Do you know why I hold you especially close at night? Because feeling your heartbeat against mine is the only thing that keeps my nightmares at bay. As long as I know you're with me, nothing in this world can harm me. I'm aware this is the greatest form of weakness, to depend on another person this much, but I am grateful that you are willing to take that part in my life. I never thanked you for that matter of fact. But I am doing that now. Thank you for being my lover, my best friend, my soulmate. Thank you for fighting my demons, when I'm not strong enough. Thank you for being you. P.S. I love you but we are still not getting a puppy. Stop asking me in your letters. Yours, Levi

#guac.events #levi ackerman

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meenah-chan · 4 years ago

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Quintessence

A Lucifer x MC's Over-protective! Sister fanfic

3.4k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: use of violence; read at your own discretion.

Quintessence

(noun.)

purest essence of a thing.

the intrinsic and central constituent of its character

most perfect embodiment of something

“She is my greatest treasure. If it is for her safety and happiness, I'd gladly sell my soul without any regrets.”

“.. I'm certain you're the most capable for the task and no one else.”

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

A refined silhouette of a ginger-haired female emerged from a black Bentley. With a cold breeze welcoming her, the silky-smooth hands instantly felt cold. Her pale cheeks redden as she puffed out a white mist. Trailing down the cold pavement as she left the parking lot, with only the moonlight as her guide. But the freezing darkness of the night is the least of her concern.

Despite working for two straight days, exhaustion doesn't bother her, for she is brimming with pure delight and excitement.

A week worth of work is done. Now I can spend another 5 days with her... Smile was plastered on her face and warmth enveloped her chest.

It's been 2 weeks since MC, her sister, returned for the wedding of their parents and decided to stay at her place. She should have gone back to her school dorm abroad a week ago, but chose not to. It is slightly since it is semestral break in her school but mainly due to a quarrel between her and 'the Mammon' or whoever he is. Apparently, he used her debit card without permission and withdraw big time only to lose all the money to his compulsive gambling.

"What a total jerk..." Is the only thing that left her mouth when MC told her about the issue. But oh well... Thanks to that fiend, I'm able to spend longer time with my ball of sunshine...

Grinning to herself, she reached the entrance of the apartment building only to be welcomed by the shivering back of a familiar white-haired, tan-skinned guy in brown leather jacket.

She only saw him once in a picture but there's no mistaking it.

"Excuse me mister, please don't block the way." It's the jerk, Mammon.

What a pain. I shouldn't have let him crossed my mind, then he might not have been here...

"Huh?... Oh, hey you. Do 'ya know the PIN number for this gate?" He arrogantly asked.

She just raised an eyebrow. "Why would I tell you?"

"Hey, watch your mouth human. I'm asking here nice—"

"You're Mammon, right?"

"Huh? How'd ya kn—"

"MC have no business with you. Leave before I call the guards."

"I'm MC's sister. Now if you excuse me." She passed by him and tapped her ID to the sensor to enter the building, only to be stopped by a firm grip.

"Stop interruptin' me! And who're ya? Ho—"

"Sister? My human have no sister..." He squinted his eyes, observing her. "You don't look at least alike! And why wouldn't she pick up her phone for 2 weeks already...? Don't tell me... You kidnapped her, don't you?!"

Her blood started to boil from his words. "Your... human? And you said you have no contact with her. How did you know she's here?"

"Of course through GPS, duh." Stating as if it's the most obvious thing to do, her thread of patience finally snapped.

"What...GP...S? You tracked my sister with GPS?! Are you out of your mind?! You demon..." She hissed, shaking his grip off her.

He reached to her shoulders and whispered to her ears, "I can kill you this instant, you kidnapper. So if you value your life, then scamper away. I'm taking my human." He stride pass her into the apartment but in just a few steps, he heard a beeping sound followed by the words, "MC, to the car! Use the emergency stairs, NOW!"

"Demon?" Yet, in response to her reaction, his eyes glinted as if having an idea. "Then what if I really am a demon?" Suddenly, a pair of twisted horns stuck out his head. Wings flapped on the small of his back. His clothes stupendously changed as he emits a bloodcurdling aura, instantly frozing her in horror.

And before he knew it, he was lying on the cold asphalt outside the establishment, holding to his horn and tail from the throbbing pain due to the back throw he barely comprehended.

Snapping a glare back up, he saw an ferocious aquamarine orbs of the lady.

A reaction he doesn't expect. And as if to shake his senses, he watched her tearing on the length of her deep blue pencil skirt up to her hips.

"Oi! Why are you stripping?! Are 'ya a pervert?!" What's she... No, that's not how humans strip, is it? Or does it? Why would she do that? Mammon is perplexed, flustered of the sight before him.

"Why would a demon dawdle around my MC...? What are you planning to do with her? You dare touch a single strand of her hair and I'll drag you to the pits of hell myself, you pervert stalker of a demon!" She snarled at the man on the floor, making Mammon's turn to feel infuriated.

"You..! You're getting into my nerves! That's it! I'mma shred you to pieces!" And he dash towards her.

Wrong move. Just a few inch of grabbing her, he met a heavy blow from her right foot to his gut, squeezing the air out of him. Before he could even recover, she followed with a left high kick under his chin. And then he realized...

Ahhh... So that slit is for a high kick...

Mammon flew, without even using his wings and plummet on his back, unconscious.

That'll... buy us some time. Ahh, right, MC. I should contact her. She should be on her way to the car already—

"Haahhh..." A sigh stopped her halfway her phone. A man clad in black long coat, with black hair parted to the right and ruby eyes emerges from the shadows. "Really... What a troublesome brother..." He mutters to himself, but enough for her to hear.

Brother... Another demon... She clicked her tongue. She knew her chance to escape is gone... but not her sister.

She clicked her speed dial and slid the device onto her right ear. But why? What did her sister to have a demon or two come claiming at her as theirs? Just why?

"MC, why... Ahh, no." It doesn't matter. Tothing matters right now but her beloved's safety. "There's a spare car keys under the car trunk cover. And please throw away your devices. Leave now. And please do not return to your school anymore. It's a dangerous place for you." Unlike before, calmness spread to the tips of her fingers. The only thing she needs to do is hold the bay until her sister leave the vicinity and find a safe place.

But this guy... He's different from the first one. It'll be tricky to hold him off. She scanned him on her peripheral vision.

"Hmm? Did you say MC? Do you perhaps, know her?"

"MC? Hmm... Well, do you?" She smiled at him as if nothing's wrong.

"MC is one of RAD students and an officer of the student council. She's also an important friend. Well, anyways. What happened to this guy here?" The black-haired man kicked the stray arm of Mammon, still in his demon form, to his chest.

"Him? Who knows? He's already here when I arrived." Her eyes smizes as her smile widens.

"He is? Maybe my eyes did fool me when I saw you throw and kick him."

"Yeah? All I said is he's here when I arrived. You did saw it, so why bother asking?" She chuckled at the man.

An amused smirk lines on the man's face. A glint of ominous energy dispersed in the air but didn't faze her a bit.

This causes a wider grin from the male. "Ohhh... You're quite interesting." It's first someone actually bite back at him other than his brothers—namely Satan and Belphegor, and a human woman who met him for the first time nonetheless. She even managed to withstand his intimidation with a smile.

"You knew who I am, do you?"

"Yeah, you're that thing's brother, aren't you? By the way Mr. Demon, I have a question for you." And she's completely aware what I am... Intriguing...

"What is it, Miss Human?" He narrowed his eyes, inspecting every movement her muscles make. Yet, in split second he is eyeing him, her smile suddenly crumbles into horror, which also appalled him.

What did she just realized I'm a demon..? No, she not looking at me anymore... He followed her line of sight and fall to one shadow a few meters behind him.

"Alexa, Lucifer... and Mammon?" A familiar voice rang, calling his attention. "What's happening?"

"MC... Hmm, So you're Alexa.." he returned his gaze, only to find the woman disappear from her spot. She stealthly dashed through his blind spot and hiding MC behind her.

"You hardheaded child... Why are you still in here?" She asked irritably, not removing her eyes from the threat in front of them.

"I'm worried! There seems to be a danger and as if I'm gonna leave you behind. You even said my school is dangerous." MC pouts. "So what's happening? And why is Mammon knocked out and in his demon—" she flinch from her own words.

"D–Demon cosplay!" She laughed nervously, slowly glancing to her sister, only to be petrified by her death stare.

"MC... You knew something about them, don't you?" Terrified, she shifted her gaze to the man in black. He raised an eyebrow, smirking in amusement.

"Lucifer! This is no time to make fun of me! Tell me what happened?"

"It's because of this idiot here," he kicked the demon on the asphalt again, "Taking off here, making trouble and misunderstanding. He even called Miss Alexa here your kidnapper and picking a fight."

MC sighed and glance back at her sister. The stern expression is not there anymore but she is clearly disappointed.

"I didn't inquire you of your sudden disappearance nor the transfer overseas since I know you don't want to talk about it. But I can't really ignore it anymore based on the current circumstances, so spill everything. I have the right to know, right Mr. Lucifer? Or should I call you Mr. Vice president?"

"Lucifer will do. Well, I suppose... Go on MC." Through his confirmation, everything is uncovered to Alexandria. From how she got in RAD, why she is brought there, the program she is undergoing and how her life goes in Devildom.

"What a troublesome program... Out of all the million students..." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

As MC finished her story, gloom filled her chest.

If only I knew that'll be my last day in Devildom, I should have— "Alright. She'll continue the exchange student program."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, confused of the older female's decision. "Hmm? Are you sure?"

"A–Alexa?!" MC gripped and shooked her sisters shoulders vigorously. "What? You'd rather not? Then that's more ideal."

"No! I love Devildom! I'd love to continue studying in RAD!"

"Hmm, figures." She ruffles the younger's hair. "But... I also have my conditions." She shifted her gaze to the demon in black.

"Let's hear it."

"First, I'll be going with her." She held the head of the younger sibling, "I can't ensure her safety if I just leave her in a place swarming of predators."

"That's acceptable. Diavolo's approval won't be hard on that matter. And... The next one is?"

"The final condition, I'll tell President Diavolo myself." Lucifer cocked an eyebrow.

"Come again? Why—"

"My sister's safety is on the line. I won't compromise for something less. Or if you want to end the exchange student program right here, I'm also fine with it." Ruby and Aquamarine orbs bores through each other—the prior one pulling out first.

"Alright, since I'm in no position to make a decision about it."

"Come on. Just let me change my clothes. I'll also prepare my things for a moment."

"Sis? You mean, right now? And change clothes... Ahh!! Your favorite skirt! What happened?!"

"Long story. Anyways, I want to settle this as soon as possible. And these two here came to get you anyways."

"I only came here to clean the mess this idiot made."

"Yeah, yeah. If you say so... Ahh, and call me Alexandria. Only my sister could call me Alexa."

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They reached the Devildom few hours before the morning manifest. At the request of Alexandria, they went straight to Diavolo's residence, the Demon Lord's Castle.

"Welcome to Devildom, Alexandria. I am Diavolo. It's a pleasure to hear that a human like you wished to stay here."

"No, your Highness. It is of the greatest honor to meet a Crown Prince such as yourself, Master Diavolo." A deep curtsy from her gave Lucifer a pleased and impressed smile.

"Oh wow, as a human, I never thought you'd be well informed." Diavolo raised his eyebrows.

"Not at all, your Highness. I just figured it out along the way through your household." Her second statement astound the prince more.

"Amazing... What a curious person you are... Anyways, I heard your case from Lucifer. Tell me your second condition and I'll do my best to satisfy it."

"Then," she looked straight to his eyes, "I want you to make a pact with me," Everyone in the room but her and Diavolo froze from her statement.

"Wha—" MC wobbled on her feet.

"Wait a minute, you impud—" spite Lucifer, standing a few feet away beside Diavolo.

"—or that's my initial plan, but learning of your status in Devildom, that'll be a impudent request on my part." only to be cut off by her. "This concept of pact, it's similar to its meaning in the human world, I presume?"

"Hmm, yes it is, as far as I know." Replied the Demon Prince, serious expression now on his face.

"I see. Then, instead of your Highness making a pact with me... he might be more suitable for the task?" They followed her gaze not far off Diavolo and lands to the demon of pride.

He was repulsed of her sudden attention. "What did you say..?" His horns emerging, his set of huge, dark wings materializing. Despite having his respected Diavolo being beside him, he isn't called the Avatar of Pride for nothing. This shamelessness is just too much. "You, an insignificant human, wants to make a pact with me? Aren't you full of yourself?" Dark matter fill the atmosphere.

"Yes, well... I think a pact is a bit.." Diavolo winced.

"I know I'm asking for too much. But if I won't do this much, I can't protect her. I'm powerless against a demon."

"Hey stop there, human." The sin of greed butt in, "If that's yer' problem, then the Great Mammon here is already in pact with MC so this talk's settled." She looked at him for a second and squinted her eyes. "No, you won't do."

"You—"

"A demon who easily robbed her off all the money she worked hard on earning were definitely not cut to protect her, no– he's a threat to her well-being. Just any other demon won't also do. And this little girl is far too reckless to think of her own welfare. I can even imagine her throwing herself in front of raging demons." The little girl and her greedy demon were rendered speechless.

"That's.... True..." Diavolo and MC's acquaintances sweatdropped. That actually happened...

"Human's life is more fragile and shorter than you beings. I can't consider her pacts can keep her safe."

"I'm also trying my best to trust your race, but this is as far as I could. After all, I already witnessed two demons baring their fangs in front of me. I need an insurance, a bond I could actually hold on to."

"Even if you can't trust us, we also can't trust your words. What do we know? You may use my pact with ill intention. Pacts are absolute. A demon can't decline their master's orders." Lucifer's growl shakes the ground beneath her.

"I don't need you to trust me. Pacts are absolute, so do is the deal within it."

She faced the pair of burning crimson eyes skinning her alive. "I vow to use this pact solely for her safety and no one else. Should I go against it, you can have me. My soul, my whole existence; you can have everything of me."

"Wha—!! A–Alexa?!" MC's voice fell on deaf ears.

"She is my greatest treasure. If it is for her safety and happiness, I'd gladly sell my soul without any regrets." Unwavering, with no sense of lie nor fear her eyes ablaze, sending shiver down his spine.

He felt something: as extreme as as his revererence to the future Demon King; as intense as his fondness and affection towards his brothers.

Throughout the the moment they lock stares, she invades his senses, until she broke it to return her attention to the prince.

"So, is it possible for her to study here or not?"

"Are you sure? You'll really put your life on line?" With seriousness, Diavolo emphasized the weight her offer bears.

"Yes." A single word yet an embodiment of resolution tugs the corners of Diavolo's lips in admiration.

"Now that said it like that, everything makes perfect sense. I commend you. If I'm not tied with my responsibilities in Devildom, I, myself, might have accepted your proposal. That being said, Lucifer is the one who will decide as he is the one who will took on the duty." They returned their focus on the embodiment of pride, no longer in his demon form.

The said man then step towards her. When she's only inches away, he reached out to the stray ginger strands resting near her eyes and took it with feather light touch out of her face— with a malicious grin and expression is plastered on his face.

He took her chin in his thumb and index finger, pulling her face so close their noses almost touches and stares directly through her eyes, "Really? You'll give me everything? Your soul, your body? I can have it all?"

The fire that took him in a moment ago reemerges, without any signs of fear at all. "If I broke my promise, do whatever you want with me."

"I have a question. Out of all the demons here and the whole Devildom, why did you choose me?"

"I can feel your strength and great sense of responsiblity. I'm certain you're the only one who can do this task." Lucifer chuckled from her answer.

"You really know your way with word don't you? Just remember one thing. In this pact, I'm not your possession. You'll belong to me, is that clear? Just make one wrong move and your very existence will be mine."

"If by that you mean you will abide by the contract and do everything you could for MC then alright, I am yours." He let go of her chin and took a step back.

"Very well. I, Lucifer, am making a pact with you." The very instant he finished his words, a bearable searing is felt onto the center of her chest, right above her heart. She unconsciously held onto her chest from the foreign sensation.

"Ohh..? What a good spot for the mark to appear." Lucifer chuckled.

"Hey human," Mammon wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "That's incredible! 'Ya sure tied Lucifer around your finger! Now he can't do everything as he pleased. 'Ya know we'll make a great team. I'll teach you how to use the pact then let's take down that prideful man."

"How about this..." She grabbed the shoulder above her own. "You'll pay MC full or I'll bury you deeper than the pits of hell? I won't be needing Lucifer's powers to do so." Another hand grabbed him and when he looked up, a menacing Lucifer is towering over him.

"Let's not waste anymore of Diavolo's time. Mammon, let's talk about that debt once we get home."

MC held the hem of her shirt wearing a wry expression on her face. "Alexa...uhh..." The lady stared at the teen before reaching out to touch her cheeks.

"Ow–Oww, Owwie! Wec go!" The teen tried to pried her fingers from pinching her cheeks. "Ouch.. that hurts. You didn't have to do that.." MC pouts, massaging both of her throbbing red cheeks.

"That face suits you more."

"But still... I'm..."

"Hey, don't think too much or you'll exhaust your remaining braincells." The older female giggled.

"Hey... That's not nice..." Her little sister pouts again.

"Of course, I'm not a nice person after all." She gave her a subtle smile.

"MC, Alexandria, I'm not waiting any further." Lucifer called in the doorway, literally dragging Mammon's body by the collar.

"Let's talk about it later. Right now we should get some rest. I haven't been sleeping for two days you know. And you didn't sleep last night." Alexandria reached out for MC's free hand. "Let's go."

"...Hmm!" The youngest showed her usual bright smile that brings relief to her tightening chest.

Posted at last! Hahaha.

The idea of this story came to me in my busy schedule (and meh, I chose to write it during that time cause procastination called me.)

I did this first over my drabble "Dawn to Dusk" so this is actually my first story after half a year of not writing (I did a book in wattpad, but it's not Obey Me related)

I want to right a character different than our usual MC for a change, yet I don't wanna remove her out of the picture completely (or I'll die thinking to whom am I gonna pair Alexa 😆)

The flow so far moves the way I imagine it to be, though I don't know if Alexa's personality end the way I wanted it to be. And MC's name sure gave me a headache, so I was like, "meh, let's call her MC so everyone don't blend her character with Alexandria." I also initially want to make Alexa a "reader-insert" style but didn't because of the same reason.

Formatting sure gave me a hard time 😂 Took me 30 minutes adding that 'keep reading' button and fix that picture jumping to the end like an annoying grasshopper.

I've already started Chapter 2, meeting the 5 other demon brothers. 🤭🤭

If anyone have any suggestions, recommendations, request or violent reaction, you can reach me in the Ask box~~

Chapter 2, click here

#what a bloody chapter #i'm so rusty #obey me #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me masters #obey me lucifer imagine #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x oc #swd lucifer #om! Lucifer x mc #om! lucifer x reader #meenah-chan~~

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If you're still accepting drabble requests, can it be 26 mchanzo? It's okey if you aren't tho, just ignore this

I could never ignore a request for McHanzo! Thank you for asking!

26. “You left me. What else was I supposed to do.”

Hanzo had been abandoned.

This was no matter. He’dbeen expecting as much when he agreed to join Overwatch. He knew that everyoneknew what he had done. That they all adored his brother (because everybody adored Genji) and would lookdown upon him for what he had done to destroy Genji’s life.

And things were… strained, so to say. Most of the otheragents, the older ones who had been there and had seen firsthand what Hanzo haddone, treated him with cool, polite indifference. They did not go out of theirway to avoid him, but they also didn’t go out of their way to include him, either. The newer agentswere a little more warm toward him but no less wary.

Hanzo was no fool. He wasnot welcome in Overwatch, so it was no surprise that he had been abandoned inthis old, drafty safehouse with little food, no interior heating, and noestimated time of pickup. This would be a easy way to get rid of him. Genjiwould never suspect foul play, not from the people who helped him when Hanzo—

Hanzo shivered and triedto curl into an even tighter ball. The blankets were old and thin and providedlittle comfort against the cold. Hanzo’s breath puffed out in front of him ashe sighed and tried to tuck his limbs close, his legs sore from where coldmetal bit into trembling flesh.

Freezing to death was notan honorable way to go, but did a man like Hanzo truly deserve more? He hadbeen trying to seek redemption, but perhaps his efforts had not been enough.Sure, Genji had forgiven him, but that was the result of Zenyatta’s guidanceand his own acceptance of what he had become. Nothing to do with Hanzo.

The door opened,effectively pulling Hanzo from his train of self-loathing. He pulled his faceout from beneath the blankets to see the dark shadow of his partner approachthe bed and cross his arms. Ah, this was another reason why Hanzo just knew that everyone at Overwatch hatedhim: they left him to freeze to death with the object of his affections.

Hanzo’s particularappreciation for Jesse McCree had been a slow, unexpected surprise. The two ofthem often spent sleepless nights in the practice range, trading pleasantriesand nothing else. Then the cowboy had suggested they see who could take downmore training bots, and the rest just happened. McCree started seeking Hanzo outmore, usually for another friendly competition and other times for a quietdrink. In the beginning, they spoke little, but over time, the two of themforged an interesting, if slightly awkward friendship.

And that was when Hanzobegan noticing things about him. The warm way his eyes would light up when hewas excited or interested. The cocky smile he wore when he tried to makeimpressive trick shots just to show Hanzo up. The embarrassed flush to hischeeks when he failed. How he always tipped a hat in greeting one of the otheragents, even if he was not wearing a hat. The rare moments of quiet when hedrank, where Hanzo could see the ghosts of his past begin to bleed onto hisface.

Hanzo could not believehow incredibly lucky he was to witness all of this firsthand, and he found thathe liked to watch McCree to see what other things he could discover about thecowboy. He thought his interest had been purely innocent, as if toward apotential friend.

Peering up at the cowboynow, imagining how his hip would be cocked just so, one singular eyebrowraised, that tilt of a smirk on his lips… Hanzo knew it was not so.

“You stole my blanket,”McCree accused, a little short of breath from his trek out in the snow.

“You left me. What else was I supposed to do,” Hanzo grumbled, curling up tighter out of spite.

McCreelaughed, and Hanzo thought he saw him shaking his head. “Got me there. Howabout I start a fire an’ get you all warmed up?”

“That wouldbe appreciated.” Hanzo watched McCree’s silhouette leave the side of the bedand return to the door. McCree opened it again, pulled in some firewood, andshut the door again. Hanzo was impressed; he didn’t feel even a slight draft ofwinter air.

McCree rustled around for a few minutes,throwing logs into the fireplace. Seconds later, and Hanzo could feel the warmglow of fire filling the room. Now he could see McCree fussing around thegrowing fire, perfectly arranging the logs so they would burn the longest.Catching Hanzo’s eyes, he grinned a little.

“When I wason the run, I spent a lotta time out in the middle of nowhere. Had to learn thebest way to build a fire. I ain’t a master at it or anythin’ like that, but Ido all right.”

“Better thanwhat I would have done,” Hanzo praised as he sat up a little. The safehouse wasstill chilly, but the cold was no longer unbearably bitter. He watched McCreetake off his hat and serape, then kick off his boots. He was dropping his armoronto the floor when he started talking again, as if Hanzo wasn’t sitting thereogling him like some teenage girl.

“Got aholdo’ Winston. Finally. Had to head all the way out to the middle o’ nowhere toreach ‘im.”

“We arealready in the middle of nowhere,” Hanzo pointed out, feeling a bit of his goodhumor returning now that he felt less like a block of ice.

“All right,so I guess I had to go back towards somewhere.Anyway, he said once the storm clears, he’ll get us outta here. We just ain’tallowed to kill each other.”

“I make nopromises,” said Hanzo curtly, but McCree only laughed at his serious tone.

“Come on,Han. You an’ I both know you’d never kill me.” McCree winked devilishly, andHanzo could feel blood rising to his face. “I think ya like me too much.”

“Aridiculous notion,” said Hanzo, aiming for flippant but hitting something alongthe lines of stiff. “What is there to like about you? Your silly hat? Yourchildish belt buckle?”

“My devilishgood looks? My charming personality?” McCree shrugged confidently, as if hispoint had been proven, and looked around the room once. “So I’ll let you havethe bed, and I’ll—”

“Unacceptable,”Hanzo interrupted immediately, already regretting his decision to open hismouth. McCree regarded him curiously, and Hanzo quickly looked away. “There isno reason for one of us to be uncomfortable. The bed is big enough for the bothof us.”

“You sureyou just don’t wanna cuddle up to me since you’re so cold?” McCree teased,already sauntering his way over to the bed.

“You caughtme. Self-preservation is obviously my motive.” Hanzo scooted over, unraveling someof the blankets so he could return McCree’s. Once McCree fell asleep, he wouldbe able to scoot closer and bask in his body heat. Until then, he would have tosuffer with one blanket.

McCree knelton the bed and began to unwrap Hanzo completely. “Come on, now,” he said, ascalm as if he were taming a wild horse. “I know you Shimadas. Genji always gotcold on missions, and it put him in one hell of an awful mood.”

The reminderof how well McCree knew Genji shocked Hanzo into stilling, and that was long enoughfor McCree to gather the blankets up. He spread one out over the bed and thendraped the over on top of it. Hanzo was about to protest, say that he wouldmuch rather have his own blanket and his own space when McCree got under thecovers with him.

The momenthe felt the heat radiating off the cowboy, Hanzo gravitated towards him, pridebe damned. He let McCree gather him up in strong arms and tuck him close, theirlegs tangling almost naturally. As Hanzo tucked his face into the crook ofMcCree’s neck and breathed deep, he was struck by how right this felt. McCree held him as if he’d been doing it forever,and Hanzo shivered as a pang of bitterness slid into his stomach.

McCree wasjust being nice. This meant nothing. Something he probably did for Genji. Hanzo had been thinking aboutwhat it would be like to be in McCree’s arms for so long, it would be a shameto let such thought sour his experience, and yet….

“This okay?”McCree asked, having felt Hanzo stiffen suddenly.

Hanzoswallowed. “Is this what you used to do for Genji?”

McCree snorted. “Hell no. I threw ‘im my serape and told ‘im tomake do. Couldn’t have ‘im gettin’ the wrong idea.”

Hanzo had the pleasure of hearing McCree’s drawl vibrate againsthis cheek, and he had to take a deep breath before he trusted himself to speakagain. “What might that be?”

“That I like ‘im more than I actually do.” McCree’s flesh handsmoothed along Hanzo’s spine, the weight of it warm and welcoming. “Don’t getme wrong, I like yer brother well enough, just not enough to get up close andpersonal.”

A smile grew on Hanzo’s mouth, one which he knew McCree couldfeel against the skin of his throat. His heart felt so full, he worried itmight burst, but he still needed to hear McCree say it. Take away any room formisinterpretation. “So what should I take away from this, McCree? How can yoube certain that I will not get the wrong idea as well?”

“Well, darlin’,” began McCree, leaning back so he could seeHanzo’s face. He smiled, a little nervous as he moved his hand from Hanzo’sback to instead cup his cheek. “That’d be mighty hard to do in a few seconds.If… yer okay with that, Han.”

Hanzo reached a hand up to slide into McCree’s hair, stillslightly wet from the outside snow. McCree’s eyes lit up with excitement, softeninginto something beautiful that warmed Hanzo all the way down to his toes. McCreewent willingly as Hanzo began to pull him down, rising up himself to meet thecowboy halfway.

“Then let us clear the air between us, shall we?”

And true to his word, McCree made sure that Hanzo didn’t getcold for the rest of the night.

#mchanzo #overwatch #writing prompt #idk how happy i am with the end of this but here you go #i hope you like!#Anonymous

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xtruss · 4 years ago

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Restrictions Leave US Travelers ‘High and Dry’

— Stacey Lastoe, CNN • Updated 27th June 2020

(CNN) — In downtown Buffalo, New York, crossing the border into Ontario, Canada, used to be as easy as driving one mile across the Peace Bridge over the Niagara River. But that's now a forbidden route.

In the coronavirus era, New York residents and out-of-state road trippers aren't allowed to cross the border for leisure travel.

US citizens have been shut out of their neighboring country to the north and a slew of nations around the world. The latest travel news affecting Americans: The European Union is considering blocking travelers from areas with severe Covid-19 outbreaks after it opens it borders on July 1.

Since the United States has more confirmed coronavirus cases than anywhere else in the world, with numbers increasing in some states each day, US travelers are unlikely to be allowed in any time soon.

"The US's chances are close to zero," an EU diplomat told CNN. "With their infection rates ... not even they can believe in that possibility."

As long as the US-Canada border remains closed, visiting Niagara Falls in Ontario won't be possible for US citizens. (LARS HAGBERG/AFP/AFP/Getty Images)

Although potential travel bubbles are being discussed all over the world -- Fiji is the latest in talks to join one with Australia and New Zealand -- the United States has yet to form or join a bubble.

Where does this new world order leave US citizens with a penchant for travel?

Nostalgic for the pre-Covid days when a US passport promised access to much of the world? Anxious of how they'll be perceived -- and received -- by foreign countries when restrictions are eventually loosened?

The future of travel for Americans, and whether they'll be welcome again as tourists, is not clear; in many ways, it's a moot point for as long as travel to certain regions is prohibited.

Uninvited

As many Americans eschew air travel and instead take to the road, they won't be taking the road into Canada. Indeed, travel restrictions for US passport holders at this time far outnumbers the travel possibilities.

And for many people, that's just how it should be.

A trip through Canada is unlikely to be a summer vacation option for Americans while the Covid-19 outbreak in the US continues to swell. )Courtesy Via Rail Canada)

Colleen Friesen, who lives in a small resort town in British Columbia, hopes the US-Canadian border stays closed.

"The majority of Canadians are strongly against allowing Americans into the country due to the US's rampant infection rate. Although some states seem to be managing the pandemic, when we see news of Oklahoma allowing an indoor rally, we just shake our collective heads," Friesen tells CNN Travel via email.

Stacey McKenna, who is based in Colorado, isn't ready to think about international travel of any kind right now, though she stipulates that it's partially because the places on her radar "are extremely vulnerable economically and geographically," and she wouldn't be willing to risk exposing anyone.

"I think if I reach a place where I feel international (or even air) travel would be appropriate, then I'll start asking myself if I think I'd be welcome."

For New York-based travel writer Juliet Izon, who canceled a summer vacation in Italy months ago when there was still a glimmer of hope that things might resume, seeing where the United States is compared with other countries is disheartening and depressing.

Izon believes she'll take the trip to Italy one day but says, "I wouldn't be surprised if in certain countries if they don't allow Americans in for a while or a really strict quarantine for years to come," adding that the United States' handling of Covid-19 was likely to be "another black mark against us."

The other? The state of US politics.

Friesen, who says she appreciates her country's politicians taking a backseat to the scientific and medical community, is scared of the way the virus in the United States "has become politicized."

France is moving through stages of reopening, but US citizens are not yet on the list of countries who can visit. (BERTRAND GUAY/AFP via Getty Images)

But one EU diplomat ,who spoke to CNN earlier in the week on condition of anonymity, calls the US-EU travel decision a very sensitive issue and insists "it is only ever about health."

"For sure, you can see not being on the list as something political, when one country is allowed in and another is not, but this is a misrepresentation of what we are doing. We are looking to open our borders, this is a positive step."

In spite of this statement and the EU diplomat's insistence that "we want people to come," the much-changed travel landscape has some people concerned.

"Rather than thinking about the near future of travel, I've been pondering how all of this will affect xenophobia more generally," says McKenna.

A Holistic Experience

Dennis Geronimus, New York University art history associate professor and chair, has historically combined business and leisure travel, often to Italy. He is not personally concerned about how he'll be received when he travels internationally again -- and he's someone who'll likely be able to travel on certain foreign soils well before other Americans.

This is in large part because of the nature of his travel. Geronimus is typically hosted by international colleagues and admits that it is "different than going on vacation somewhere not knowing anyone and then just diving into the culture and going to see the sites and seeing other foreigners at the sites as well."

At this time, American travelers can't go to Italy and cities such as Rome (above), at least not for pure leisure travel. (ALBERTO PIZZOLI/AFP via Getty Images)

There are steps Geronimus could take now to potentially be granted access forbidden to US leisure travelers, though he'd still be subject to the quarantine.

In any event, though he'd like to see the Raphael exhibition in Rome and collaborate with colleagues in Italy, he's not planning a trip to the region anytime soon.

It might be deemed essential, but Geronimus doesn't see it as essential enough. Instead, the professor would prefer to focus on the measures needed to resume on-site classes at NYU this fall.

Likewise, McKenna, whose background is in medical anthropology and public health, is thinking about other, bigger things: "I'll be honest. I haven't even gotten to the question of whether I think I would feel welcome as an American" since international travel is just not appropriate right now.

Says US Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, "We've been working with countries all across the world, including our friends in Europe and the EU proper to determine how it is we can best safely reopen international travel. It's important for the United States to get Europeans the capacity to travel back to the United States."

Safety First

It's not about Americans, per se, says New Zealander Elen Turner, though it's hard to ignore the restrictions impacting them along with the number of confirmed Covid deaths and cases.

"I think once the borders reopen properly, New Zealanders will be as welcoming of Americans as they will be with any other travelers," Turner says.

But Friesen, who is troubled by the United States' handling of the pandemic, says, "Given the push back on the pandemic protocols we've seen in the US, we just don't believe that Americans will do the right thing."

As stories of Americans refusing to wear masks -- not even on an airplane in at least one case -- and not practicing social distancing surface, Friesen's skepticism may be justifiable.

While New Zealand may form a travel bubble with Australia, it's unlikely Americans will be allowed in any time soon. (Courtesy Shutterstock)

However, for so many people CNN Travel spoke with, the health and safety of others -- and doing what's right -- is paramount.

Chicago-based photographer and writer Joshua Mellin says: "I think to travel internationally for leisure right now demonstrates a total lack of care, you deserve whatever stares you get."

Mellin adds: "I'm personally of the mind we're all global citizens, but there's still a reality you're not entitled access to a foreign country, you're granted entry."

When it comes to granting foreigners entry, Turner would be comfortable taking cues from the New Zealand government. Right now, returning New Zealand citizens must quarantine for two weeks upon arrival, and no one else is allowed in.

If, down the line, the quarantine was applied to all visitors to New Zealand, what then?

"So if that was to be extended to all arrivals then I think New Zealanders would be fine with that because generally, our government has handled the pandemic well and there's a high degree of trust in them," Turner says.

She adds, however, that she doesn't see this happening, does not envision a New Zealand opening itself up to foreigners until quarantine is no longer necessary.

The idea of a pre-holiday quarantine is the subject of scrutiny anyway.

Last month, when the concept was gaining steam, Alison Hickey, president of Kensington Tours, told CNN Travel "we would not recommend traveling to a destination that has implemented a 14-day self-quarantine requirement."

'We're Reopening'

While enforced quarantines will deter many a traveler, other regions with no quarantines in effect might entice them.

From Mexico and the Caribbean to Turkey, tourist spots around the world are opening back up and encouraging visitors to boot.

US travelers can fly to Mexico, but for many, the risks aren't worth it. Pictured: Parroquia de San Miguell Arcángel in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato. (Shutterstock)

Whether hotel promotions or upgrades or relaxed policies on cancellation, the sweet chorus of "we are opening" could potentially jump start what has been a very dark period in the tourism sector.

But just because The Maldives, a luxury destination, is ready to welcome back all visitors with no restrictions (there are also no visa requirements or additional fees), how many US citizens are ready to go?

For many of the US travelers that CNN Travel spoke to for this story, being welcomed or feeling welcome in another country is beside the point.

The danger of exposure and of being exposed looms. And then there's the fear of being stuck somewhere far away.

Elizabeth Lavis, who is originally from upstate New York, found herself scrambling to get out of Vietnam in March amid the outbreak and sudden stringent travel restrictions. That ordeal and what's transpired with the coronavirus since have made Lavis reluctant to go far away from home for the foreseeable future.

California-based writer Melanie Haikan would like to go to Costa Rica at some point and is only eyeing places that are eager for visitors. (Nell Lewis)

California resident Melanie Haiken expresses a desire to help struggling economies as a tourist and is already thinking about her future travels, which include places not so close to home: "As to international travel, I would be ready to travel again in August, but would want to go places that are eager for visitors. I have my eye on Guatemala and Costa Rica, Turkey and Jordan, Scotland, Estonia, and a few other places that seem likely candidates based both on safety and how much their economies depend on tourism."

Turkey, it would seem, is a likely candidate. On June 19, Turkish Airlines relaunched two North American routes to Istanbul with two others (Miami and Los Angeles) following on June 22 and 24 respectively. By late July, three additional US hubs will be operating flights to Turkey.

Any EU travel ban could change things, but as of June 23, when CNN spoke to Connecticut-based Caryn B. Davis about her upcoming trip to the Azores in Portugal, the travel journalist said she is still planning on going, hopefully in the next six weeks.

Pompeo expressed the importance of the economy in travel between the US and the EU, saying "It's important for the United States to get Europeans the capacity to travel back to the United States. It's important, very important for the Europeans to fully reconnect with the American economy as well."

But until safety concerns can be adequately addressed, Mellin doesn't think anyone, US citizen or not, should be going anywhere.

"There's a responsibility of showing respect for other people and places as a traveler that starts at home and is inherently broken by visiting another country during a global pandemic."

But in fact, international travel may resume sooner rather than later in some currently off-limits places. "I'm confident in the coming weeks we'll figure that out as between not only the United States and the EU, but the United States and other parts of the world, too," Pompeo said.

As to what it'll be like?

"I think if anything, when we do travel, it's certainly my hope that we bring that sense of, I guess, empathy to wherever we're going ... ," Geronimus says.

— CNN's James Frater, Michael Conte and Luke McGee contributed reporting to this story.

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Ali & Ro

NYD Catch-up

Ali: *Daintliy throws the tiniest of pebbles at our window 'cos I'm in trouble enough if this goes tits up without also breaking a window* Ropunzel, Ropunzel, let down your hair! Ro: allow me to busily make tea while I loudly quiz Tess and whoever else may be in earshot about their resolutions Ro: I can't believe you're only just getting home! I was going to ask how you're evening was but I think I can guess Ali: You're a 🌟 Ali: We need to fully mind-map and dream-board ours later, I've got so many ideas already but I at least need in on that tea action first, builder's brew please and thank you 😘 Ali: Shh 😉 I've been in bed since 1 💤 like an 😇 Ali: Hehe social media never lies, not mine at least Ali: I'll tell you all about it, whilst Ma tries to tell you she quit the fags years ago, like 🙄 Ali: 💃 Ro: Of course. Well, there has been a kitty there so the universe should stay on our side with that one, hopefully. Ro: Hm yes, if anyone asks you got back before I did, there's not much I can do if social media decides to answer instead though alas Ro: Oh Tess, no offense intended, but truly I'd much rather hear what you have to say Ali: Oh, Bluebs, hope she was alright with the fireworks, I paid Rocky with a selection box to keep her company but bet he was too busy being a hooligan come 12, nutter...but I'm sure she hid herself nicely warming the blankets for us anyway, like 😽 Ali: Did you and Meena have a good time? With all dem 💶💶💶 you can both more than make up for missing the hottest part night of the year, ay Ali: Bless her heart, though perhaps take her pack away from her still, you'll be helping her and, you might need one after I fill you in, like 😉 Ro: I can't tell a lie there was some bribery involved for us too with the older kids. They had me baking and the text advice I received from Tommy wasn't as helpful or coherent as usual Ro: We definitely earned our crusts it has to be said Ro: I think Meena would've liked to join you so you might want to play down the finer details when you fill her in but no complaints here, fussy children aside Ro: I draw the line at that level of trickery, we'd both be caught if I even tried I think Ali: I think its to be expected, babysitter rules are there are no rules, or very few, ESPECIALLY when it comes to sugar 😋 Lucky kiddos, I would kill for a sweet treat rn Ali: Maybe I can push it and see if the old man is any fit state to do a fry-up too, mmm Ali: We should deffo ring Tommo then and be annoyingly loud and cheerful 'cos he always gets hangovers un🍀 🦆y Ali: Payback Ali: Well her brother was there so she wouldn't have been able to have all that much fun, like, I'll be sure to downplay it though, tact is so my strong suit 😏😂 Ro: Oh? You'll be glad to hear then that I had the foresight to make enough cookies to bring a batch home. There's still a few that could be claimed by you if you're quick enough. Ro: I can make no such promises about a proper breakfast but time will tell I suppose, I'd consider it favorable if you work a little of your own magic Ro: You have plenty left don't you? Ro: We'll likely need an actual spell to wake Tommy after all Ali: Faster than a speeding bullet, me Ali: I can climb these drainpipes like nobody else 🐈💪 Ali: I'm sure we could concoct a pepperup potion, getting him to drink it is another kind of magic altogether Ali: even if we settle for calling it an energizer smoothie or something muggle Ro: Perhaps we could say it has lots of biotin that'd make him more inclined for sure Ali: When quiff is life Ali: He truly is sweet 16 Ali: And 15 is looking up for me too, fingers crossed and knock on wood rn, this is gonna be our year, Posy, and that ain't the after-affects still talkin' Ali: Wished on every 🎆 in the sky Ro: Wishing is very powerful so I'm not surprised, I am very intrigued though Ro: Go ahead Ali: I'm in 💚 Ali: 🙃 and now hiding under the covers eeeeeeeeeeeppppp bye Ro: Did Marlene get off work early last night and surprise you? That's so lovely Ali: No, no, no Ali: It's all but ended and it will be if my feeling is correct and reciprocated Ali: We'll be better off as friends, honestly, I can't give her what she wants but I can be there for as a mate so that's what's best, she'll see that given a bit of time, I'm sure of it Ali: That said...do you think I'm a total slag for who did surprise me last night now? 😳🙈 Ro: Oh okay. That makes sense Ro: No Ali, I'd never Ro: Is it someone I know? You've mentioned Meena's brother already... Ali: Oh lordy no 😂 Drew is an alright lad really but no, he's not the sort, definitely would not be reciprocated, he's got half the girls at School after him and he loves that Ali: More power to him but you're getting warmer Ali: you know the lad him and Meena live with, don't you? Caleb Cavante, in my year too Ali: 😍 Ro: I think so? He's always in the music block isn't he? Ro: He smiles a lot. Not in a weird sense though I don't mean that Ali: Oh Ro 😂 you make ME smile Ali: sounds like him, cool hair Ali: obviously, I knew of him before last night but it was just like...right time, right place, you know? Ali: Sounded triter than all the 'new year, new me' posts aren't I? Ro: Not at all Ro: It sounds like a fairy tale and we're treating it as such! Ro: Did you kiss him at the end of the countdown? Ali: Oh no, I forgot to lose a shoe...Typical, on the one night to make throwing dancing shoes aside count! But I suppose he won't have to search the kingdom high and low Ali: Back at School Tuesday Ali: At least this promises to make my weekdays more entertaining at any rate Ali: Mhmm 😊 *Gameshow host voice* BUT THAT'S NOT ALL Ro: What else is there? Did he lose a shoe instead? I dread to think what I'm missing here... Ali: [Improptu selfie with the tattooed finger over her lips like a moustache] Ali: Not saying that trumps 'Facebook Official' but 😎 Ro: !!!! Ro: did Caleb get a tattoo too? Ali: Oh silly me, yeah Ali: [Photo they took together post-tattoo] Ali: Big n Lil dipper, its cute, right? Ro: Oh my god! You better not post these, Tess will kill you, but Ro: I think that's adorable Ro: Did it hurt so much?? Ali: She'll love it Ali: we did it ourselves, on each other Ali: thank god he wasn't really crap, unfair, I'd have to go over it myself 😂 Ali: Not really, doing lil dots like that by hand is probably the most chill way to do it, it really wasn't anything to think about even Ali: I could do one for you, really get the mumbot shorting a circuit 😈 Ro: Really?! Weren't you scared?! I would be. Ro: Ali that's so brave. He must have trusted you and vice versa to such a degree Ro: Only you'd get all of this out of the way before a first date has even happened Ro: No wonder you're so giddy Ali: Nah it's not scary, you can watch next time I do one on me, if you like, see for yourself Ali: Promise it isn't dead gory or anything Ali: I'm thinking of doing a Clitocybe rivulosa, our 👑 achievement in witchery to date, you want in? Ali: Won't show Mum that one forreal, she'd lock us in separate dungeons again 👎💔 Ali: Yeah...it felt good to get that shit out of the way, this way, if he wants to look down at his hand ever again and not be reminded of a bad memory, we'll have to make it good Ali: Clever, non? Everyone will think its ridiculous, I know, but I trust his intentions now, which is more than I can say for any of my previous Ali: Bar Marlene, of course, although technically she didn't set her intentions but not in a malicious way so we're letting it slide Ro: Do you sincerely promise? I'd like to see the whole thing for myself before I make any of my own but Ro: It does sound lovely. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so pleased Ro: No offense to Marlene, oops, I'm getting carried away here Ro: It is happy news though Ro: I mean, a love letter on skin, that's just Ro: It makes me speechless Ali: 🤞 Ali: ❌💚🙏☠💉👁 Ali: Me too, it's catching Ali: It'll be better in the long run, she can find her a wifey Ali: I know, I just- ahh Ali: He just text, asking if I got Home alright Ro: Sorry but this boy is a keeper Ro: that's so gentlemanly it's like we've stepped into Austen Ro: Are you nervous about school? It just sounds so magical and classrooms are so...well, not, aren't they? Ali: Better! He wasn't stand-offish and rude to me at the party, only to be won 'round by my wit, humor and independent spirit Ali: Clearly, he's more clued in and go-with-the-flow than Darcy, a win in anyone's books, even Jane's Ali: Hmm, not particularly, nah Ali: I'm not overly concerned with what other people think, so that won't spoil it, fat chance Ali: and we've always had a certain talent for making the mundane magical, haven't we? Ro: Jane would be spinning! Lydia with all her apparent lack of concerns for 'social conventions' has nothing on you and I have little doubt you'd be overjoyed by whatever 'disgraces' Caleb had in mind Ro: A much better match that anything she'd have conceived no doubt Ro: School seems so far off still but now I really am envious that you've made certain you'll have reason to look forward to it. Very unfair! Ro: The only fly in the ointment, potentially is what Marlene might say, how much are you going to tell her? Ali: 🙊 Ali: I'd be happy to regale you with the night's disgraces but I have even less doubt that you'd rather not hear about those details Ali: You're not trying to tell me you've previously nearly eloped with Caleb yourself though, are you? 🤔 Georgiana Darcy is a pretty good fit for you Ali: Now that would be a scandal worth the gossip 😏 Ali: Perhaps you can join me and make the music block your new haunt for a bit, give the library chance to REALLY miss you, like Ali: Hmm, no doubt she'll say things she'll regret when her pride is less hurt Ali: but they aren't prejudices against my 'fake' sexuality I haven't heard before, from her as well, so 🤷 Ali: I understand why, not that I agree with her. For one, I can attest to the reality, and also, I've not got any issue with experimentation, whatever the outcome but I see her frustration Ali: Serious as she is, about, everything Ali: It'll be okay, if she doesn't want to be my friend then alright, her loss frankly, but I'll always be there for her if she chooses Ro: To be honest, no I would not. It's much too early in the year, and day, for all that Ro: Oh goodness! Flattered as I would be to considered an accomplished woman, I fall short in all necessary regards, least of all the elopement alas Ro: Hm, as much as I both enjoy, and clearly need the practice for that comparison to hold true in any sense, I think I'll leave you to the necessary haunting yourself Ro: True. She's always been very vocal, hasn't she? I can understand if you slightly relish the opportunity to leave her speechless just this once too Ro: And it really would be her loss if she chooses that path to go down anyway Ali: What can I say? I'm an overachiever Ali: Couldn't even help myself, like 😎😂 Ali: No you don't, and you're a year younger, you're well ahead of the curve set and it ain't even necessary for a lady to have pleasant hobbies and talents in our day and age so Ali: You're an overachiever too, that's why I loooooove you 💚 Ali: S'cool though, suppose we don't wanna turn up en masse, put him off his A game, bit rude Ali: It is one of the things I admire about her but less so her dogmatism Ali: No one is always right about everything, even me 😜 Ro: Thanks I suppose Ro: Though I probably shouldn't pass on that wisdom about not always being right to everyone else at the kitchen table Ro: Not if I would like to live to be a year older at any rate Ali: Honestly 🙄 Ali: No wonder they love Marlene so much Ali: Ma is gonna be gutted, no doubt it'll be all my fault Ali: like lowkey but damn, woman, show a little loyalty when your daughter can't 😂 Ro: She'll calm down as long as you keep your gentleman caller away from the door for a while I'm sure Ro: When is the first date set for actually? Oh so exciting! Ali: Yeah, we've both agreed as much Ali: For Lene's sake as much as mother's Ali: Gotta get my house in order Ali: I don't know, ooh, what should we do?! Ro: There's always the open mic if he'd adore being serenaded Ro: Sounds like you'd have time to work on a dedication if not a song Ali: THAT IS A FANTASTIC IDEA Ali: I'll bring out an old classic, best to stick with what I know and am best at for max best impressions Ali: Can always go new and exciting with the outfit 🤩 Ro: Exacty Ro: Your full of good ideas when it comes to that Ro: Oh! We should go donation diving. New year, new clothes to peruse through Ali: Yes! We must we must! Ali: Best time of year for it, ungrateful fuckers binning their unwanted presents Ali: Regift 'em our way 🙏 Ali: Marlene wants to meet up later Ali: Looks like we're doing this today then, ugh, we can hit the charity shops tomorrow maybe? The sales rush shoulda died down a bit at least Ro: That works for me, I'd rather not fight for my faux furs, somewhat defeats the desired purpose Ro: I'll be around if things with Marlene go according to plan, or otherwise and you need to talk it out Ali: Agreed, though I'm down for granny bashing our way to the bargains if needs must Ali: I'll be getting some practice in today, like 🙃 Ali: Thank you though, Posy Ali: Sure it'll be fine Ro: I know it will. You can do this Ro: I can condone that much at least, your shopping behavior less so Ali: 😽 Ali: With you on my side, how could I fail? Ali: She is getting narky though so watch me waltz down the stairs and out again like missed me missed me

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